Purgitory between regrets and wishes. by Marshall CB Hiatt

Sep 2014

My hands start to clench
Fingernails dig into my skin or the skin of a book
And breath goes short.
Thoughts of
Then.
Why couldn’t we stay apart.

Written by

Marshall CB Hiatt 21/M/Salt Lake City

(21/M/Salt Lake City)

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