01.03.06 - 11:07 p.m.

get your hands off me is a well-rehearsed phrase to my mouth. at the top of my lungs i sound like i've been saying it all my life.
(it is unwise to hold the shoulders of someone who was pinned to walls by her shoulders as a child. it is particularly unwise to do so and yell.)
i leaned into it; i thrust my own voice from my throat and like the world was saying good girl! the screen door blew open and slammed against the jamb.