I write things.

I'm a creative writing student and this blog is a place for me to post what I've written. I was fifteen when I first wrote some of these, I'm 21 now and have (hopefully) improved somewhat! Please feel free to comment and critique.

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

You never said sorry.

my legs don't belong to me.
my face has been stolen.
my mouth is yours now.
and i have forgotten
how to be a real person.

every nerve ending sparks electric.
the softest touch makes me shiver.
a brush with a stranger

an apology.
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