He glanced at the cover
It caught his attention
He held his gaze upon it
A few weeks later he decided to open the book
He found horror and broken pieces,
But there was
love, & kindness
He didn't skip a page
He read from left to right
He knew when the story would change
He knew every word
My body was his book
My body's scars and shape became a new story
He glided his hands across my body
Each section telling a story
The wounds became a reminder of the hurt
The smiles and squinted eyes became the happy
He became a reader
My body became his favorite book
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
He glanced at the cover
It caught his attention
He held his gaze upon it
A few weeks later he decided to open the book
He found horror and broken pieces,
But there was
love, & kindness
He didn't skip a page
He read from left to right
He knew when the story would change
He knew every word
My body was his book
My body's scars and shape became a new story
He glided his hands across my body
Each section telling a story
The wounds became a reminder of the hurt
The smiles and squinted eyes became the happy
He became a reader
My body became his favorite book
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