Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.
I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?
It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.
I pull my lower lip all the way in between my teeth. If I try hard enough, maybe I can gobble my whole self this way.... I didn't try hard enough to swallow myself.
I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.