Skinny Love

7:41 PM

It's the second Tuesday in September and I have never seen a day that has looked as sad as this one. Grey clouds devoured the sky until it cried because it was afraid of disappearing, and I had lifted my head so I was looking up at where the sky used to be because I understood that feeling, to a point — the clouds ate the sky, and my stomach ate itself because I hadn't fed it in a couple of days.

I saw someone new at the therapist's office today. He was tall, but he wasn't gaunt and he had knuckles covered in dry blood and I wondered if they tasted the same way that my mouth did when I bit my cheek too hard. He had freckles on his face and I connected them in my head and realized that they were in the same shape as a constellation, and I wondered if he was as brave as a lion.

His lips were pale and chapped and they stayed locked in a deep scowl when his name was called.

Davis.

I wondered how contorted his mind was. I wondered if it was anything like mine.