twenty-four may
eleven : twenty-one a.m.

i wound up begging. urgently, clawing at you, at your hands, trying to keep you from breaking them against that wall. "stop, stop, please," calling your name, pulling you down and holding you there, i could feel bruises forming, scratches on my arms, i could feel you shaking. my cheek against your back, "just stay here, just stay here, stay.."