LIGHTWEIGHT

It's time. Time to write this painful part of my life. Part of which I still keep the stigma. The gestures. The looks. A party that refuses to completely run away from me. But I don't blame him. I cannot deny that I have always been afraid to leave her. she has so well intruded into me

His breath still travels through every part of my body. And yet she has damaged this body so much. She made him pale. Insignificant. Low. Bone. Lifeless. My body, too, almost died out completely. I felt it, one night, pale. Suffocate. Drown. But I didn't stop. I kept denying it. I continued to feel hunger every day. My belly was twisting. He was devouring himself. He had nothing else to ingest.