spicedwinefanfic

I remember those times of silence well Palms shaking, Heart pounding, Hoping against hope that my teacher would forget my existence That I could convince him I was merely a ghost A figment of his imagination I was terrified I did not want to share the words that I had scrawled across the paper Glistening like trails of blood and acid For by reading aloud I was bearing a part of my self A part of my soul And irreplaceable piece of who I was To a group of strangers I did not want them to judge me or my feelings Even when I wasn't actually writing about myself I'm in there somewhere I always am Like a piece of a puzzle A shard in a jewel A cl...