The Girl Who Fell

Darkness doesn't have fingers that twist into my flesh.

A small metal marble pinballs within my chest, banging and clanging against all the routes inside me.

His chair glides a few inches closer and he's in my face, all shoulders and cologne.

It's not the game, Zee. It's the fame. Everyone wants to be affiliated with a winner.

Lying on my bed, my brain cyclones with thoughts of men and boys and boys and men. All making the wrong choices.

That's not what it looked like' He hangs his ha. "I know what it looked like. I wanted it to look that way.' 'Why?' 'Because I'm an idiot.' he brushes away a teardrop that creeps along his cheek. His eyes meet mine. 'I wanted to show you how you hurt me.' 'When have I hurt you like that? I've never even looked at another guy' 'See? You don't get it. That's why I needed to teach you a lesson.