I am a flower with missing petals, my stem bent and leaves a color of grace and delight. I am beauitful, yet ugly as my flaws seek a beauty they don't have.
Words twist and turn, they are broken against all barriers, crashing us into hatred and insanity. They are what brings us together and what rips us apart.
‘We’ll run.’ Momma whispered in my ear. ‘You and me, we’ll leave.’ Her words were like silk against my skin. ‘I promise.’ Momma sealed the deal with those two words.