An Open Letter
How do you protect yourself after someone shoots you in the heart?
I let you in
To see me for who I was
All that I was
All that I wasn’t
Undressed, naked
Down to my soul
My light exposed
My secrets on display
Yours alone to devour
And you did
Bite after bite
The light began bleeding
Flooding everything in its path
Dripping
Oozing
Squeezing
Running
Until there was nothing
And from nothing came something
Something new
Something born from the bleeding
A sheet that now covered every inch of what used to be
A lump in my throat that won’t go down
A thought in my head that screams at night
A pain that aches even after the initial blow
A ghost that won’t let me rest
It howled, It screamed, It demanded
Patches
They covered the wounds
But they didn’t heal
Then the light began to shine again
Healthy
Bright
Complete and whole
As if the bullet holes had closed
But they never do
They still run red at the sight of you
Oozing at the sound of your voice
Wincing at the thought of another attack
So the sheet appears
My protector
My guardian
Then all at once
It’s as if I never knew you
About the Creator
Kayla Jefferson
I am a 23 year old writer based in Houston, TX. I write short, creative fiction, true crime analysis, and poetry. I hope you find something you like here in my world. Tips are not expected, but appreciated!
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