'And the scars won't hide behind pulled-down sleeves,
the burning won't vanish as pain comes in heaves.'
(Inspired by today's prompt: impulse and domestic abuse. *May be triggering*)
Throughout my life I've learned that a lot of things aren't really thought out; that they happen on an impulse. Or, at least, that's how I decided to live my life.
Empty cloth lined caverns weigh down the belt hugging my waist, clawing at the gods of gold, waiting for weight to fill their weightlessness (Or maybe I should call them gods of paper, diminished in t...