She is still so angry and wants to light some shit on fire. No words are exchanged, yet she hears her voice everyday. Mocking, taunting, laughing...Holding her power
Today, ripped another page out and got a paper cut from the wire.
FUCK!
It felt like someone was pourin gasoline on her temper to set the world on fire. So raw was the smell deep inside her skin it stunk. Painting a violent picture of change as she tried to kill the need for...
If only she didnt knew how she brought this upon herself, would the burning not hurt as much. Its not the first time she felt the pain and it surely isnt the last it turned her into a flirt.