Literature
Puzzle Pieces
Your fingertips trail across the rough skin of her scars, on her wrists and thighs. Whispers of her pain echoed across her skin, a reminder of what she’s been through. You feel her trembling, she’s nervous.
She’s always hated the way she looks and now, laid bare, you know she’s petrified, waiting to be rejected, and judged. People have mocked her because they don’t know her pain or sorrow, they don’t know what it’s like to feel alone or unloved. But you do, so now you try. Try to put her back together because despite what she says, she’s not broken. She̵