bekka
The First Time I Died
The first time I died I was six. My half naked body broken bruised against cold white porcelain. I dizzily watched my blood whirlpool in the basin. My innocence ran red kicking out muffled screams. The coach’s Shut Ups! shattering my soul. His sweat married to my pain. His whiskey breath condemning me to a death of addiction. ©2001 bekka