ScabsA Story by XuruAn open letter from husband to estranged wife.
I'm sugar rushed and need a transfusion out of this wine induced haze, a cool breeze whips through my hair and I feel weightless.
Flying on the breath of a lie, words hollowed out and lined with X's and O's brimming at the seams. Upon closer inspection the words are not words at all, and the threads have caught. Stray once again I howl through the streets like the mad man I've always wanted to be, descending down the backs of wallflowers shuddering under my gaze, looking to find you once again. © 2017 XuruAuthor's Note
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