A Consequence of Violence
He's always asking what's wrong and every time I say “nothing”.
When he broke my rib last year he asked “what's wrong” and I say “nothing’”
It's a little game we play where we both aren't monsters pretending to be people.
Where he says he doesn't remember last night and I say me neither...we lie.
A fictional tale by Danielle Amí Étienne based on her reality.
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Thanks to Danielle Amí Étienne, writer & poet