Consolation Prize - Tumblr Posts

6 years ago

54 Grit

"But it would be nice you know? If I was coming home to someone who cares, someone who is proud of the work I do"

Your lips are abrading my skin, excoriating while you hold my hand, sanding me open into a bleeding wound. And I am mute as always, eyes flicking away before you can see the damage done so thoughtlessly, throat clenching because because because because it's only like this

by

your

choice.


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