the girl who peeks at her scars
feeling hurt
feeling the weight of everything on her
shoulders.
will not hold back
anger
tears
hatred
love
saliva
this urge.
"I took the little radio from the kitchen and I went and sat in the spare room and I turned it halfway between two stations so that all I could hear was white noise and I turned the volume up really loud and I held it against my ear and the sound filled my head and it hurt so that I couldn't feel any other sort of hurt, like the hurt in my chest"