Broken

By Toni Bolsel 2 months ago

I knew a girl who liked to draw,she drew images that nobody saw,she was more artistic late at night,in the bathroom and out of sight.

she kept a secret no one knew,she didn’t tell a soul about her work and her gallery grew. Her drawings were different,no paper or pen but she needed a bandage now and again.

i stood close to her, under the stars she roll up her sleeves and showed me her scars, she felt embarrassed and looked down in shame, then I roll up my sleeves and showed her my scars and whispered “I draw too”.

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Toni Bolsel
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