I am outcast.
I have nothing.
I say nothing.
I am nothing.
Social Life- F
I do not smile.
"I can't get a word out of her. She's mute."
A cloud cloaked the moon. Shadows looked like photo negatives.
He smells like beer and mean.
He hurts me.
Gets up, zips his jeans.
Smiles.
I rake the leaves out of my throat.
"You've been through a lot, haven't you?"
"Let me tell you about it."
