22-10-19
We pretended not to lay in a pool of blood as the glass-cut of memory sliced me wide. You held the wound together as we looked at anything else, and I knit the scar quietly, dignity intact.
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Sarah Papple
We pretended not to lay in a pool of blood as the glass-cut of memory sliced me wide. You held the wound together as we looked at anything else, and I knit the scar quietly, dignity intact.
295/365