"Grass."

-Said repeatedly by Ethan.

Your Scars, Your Story.
My Scars, My Adventure.

She puts on her sunglasses.
Hides her bruises.
Makes sure she doesn't look sad.
She opens the door, And stares at
The freedom she doesn't have.

This headache isn’t getting better.
My cheeks are getting wetter.
This razor is getting rustier.