Monday, June 26, 2017
Today's OneWord: Clasp
You undo the clasp, and the chain around my neck disintegrates into separate coils and links, dropping to the linoleum floor in twists and spirals, melted metal and stale silver. Now my skin is fully exposed, and your fingers leave red streaks across my chest as you attempt to extract something from me - what is that something? Love? Redemption? I do not appreciate your clawing, as if you are a wild animal. So I pull myself away.