The sun. It's so warm. It hits my face like a wave of breath that I have been keeping in my lungs. So afraid of letting it out. So scared.
Let it out. Escape from the frozen air that has chilled even my marrow. My teeth have been playing songs for so long; my mouth chattering to the beat of my heart.
Heart beating. I want to be loved, but there are so many scars. Who would want someone this disfigured? All alone in the darkness I sit until the day the scars heal.
Push out the dark. Let