"A gentle nudge," that made me cringe and want to puke a bit. Through lock and key, many walls with cracks, we never speak of it. But you saw light, and gravitated, urging openness. Fear choking, punching, caving, thrashed - let's finally begin.
She saw through the distractions, and now I might find out what the splinter is, but I'm scared and don't like how my nose runs when I cry