When The Free Summer Comes

[lady_altair]

When the Free Summer Comes

{The empty spaces, the quiet where there should be voices are like scars, too, ugly rents of malformed healing, and they're more painful than the ones she wears inlaid in her flesh.}

Lavender Brown is unashamed of the scars that rip down her back from the column of her neck to the flare of her hip.
She knows she would have

Comments

[fish_echo]

This is very powerful. I'm constantly amazed at how much emotion and meaning you can pack into these short pieces.

May I add you as a friend?

*where 'constantly' means 'the several pieces I read right now, having wandered onto your journal rather randomly'

-Fish

[lady_altair]

by all means, add me! :0)