how to, even?

I don’t think I’ve ever dared to write down what I see in the ruins of me, or tell in any detail the scars & all their secrets. The parts of me that hurt the worst want me to write something for them, but I can’t. I don’t know what to say.

I’m lost in all this sadness, & so are they.

“Never trust a survivor,” my father used to warn me, “until you find out what he did to stay alive.” 

– Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard



© AleCat 2017

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