Aspen
I walked away , into the hot air of hell, or prison or whatever it was and I didn’t look back. Part of me wanted to but I didn’t.
I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of glancing back, if I did they would see the need on my face. Because I did need them. And not just to escape.
I might hate them with every fibre of my being but I loved them too and I needed them.
Anger and hatred had been fuelling me for so long but it wasn’t the only thing I was feeling now. Just being around them , feeling the love I had for the dampened the hate. And I was tired.
Tired and hungry.
And I felt disgusting. It felt like a million years since I had last bathed. I knew it wasn’t that long but it felt like it.
It wasn’t even what I should have been thinking about. With everything that was happe
