That scar is one of my ugliest . . .

Grunge portrait of a girl crying

I don’t remember much about the wounding, other than I was very young, and it was a dagger. When I cried out, mother held my chin in her hand, squeezing hard, and told me I would end up dead if I didn’t learn to hush.


Topic: “Young”

From: WIP

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