Beautiful Broken Things

by Mercedes M. Yardley
94 words

You think that your role is to destroy beautiful things. She thinks her role is to support your ugliness.

My role is to stand between you and the things that you hurt. Your nails get caught in my clothes while I hold The Broken Things in my hands. They mewl and sigh and heal while you scrabble at my skin and snarl your fingers in my hair. When The Broken Things aren’t broken anymore, I let them fly away while you shriek.

Your scream is the sweetest sound on earth. I smile every time.

Mercedes M. Yardley often wears poisonous flowers in her hair. You can learn more about her at www.abrokenlaptop.wordpress.com.

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