They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.
I inscribe three lines, hush hush hush, into my skin. Ghosts trickle out.
Each reader has to find her or his own message within a book.
A breath of steam trickles out, filled with the sobs of a grown woman breaking into girl-sized pieces.
I wanted to pull down a book, open it proper, and gobble up page after page
Can't escape pain, kiddo. Battle through it and you get stronger.