Fix"Where does it hurt?" you say.Fix by Miellat
You smile and look down on me like a lost puppy, or a crying child without their mom.
"Here," I swallow, "it hurts here."
I slowly raise my hand to my bosom, stabbing a finger at it.
You stare intently, your hand gently moving mine away.
"It hurts there?" you ask, looking very surprised.
The fear in your voice overcomes me, and you notice. You act more settled, now.
"Is it the bones of your chest that ache? Your skin, does it burn? What in particular hurts? I've got a fix for lots of things, you know."
You smile, expecting an even brighter response.
You don't get one.
"That's the problem, I don't know what hurts. I can't tell where the pain is coming from. I get the impression it comes from a million places at once, and I feel it most here, but I don't really know where it is or why it's there."
I poke at my core again. You place a hand on your chin, and nod for me to continue.
I inhale, a lump starting to form in my throat. I'm going to cry,
Hello!I'M ON SPRING BREAK, W00T! #charterschoolswegHello! by Miellat
That means poetry palooza! Hallelujah! For the next few days, since I haven't written anything in FOREVER, I'll try to pump out some work and see how it goes C: I owe you guise, so /orz Also, I missed writing and I felt my dA was dying so it is MY DUTY TO SAVE IT! Wish me luck, yo.