Him.

Him.

I see the face floating in my skull,

I see the glow of his baby skin,

I see the curve of his nose and the almond shaped eyes and the green like the deep of a forest little girls get lost in.

I see myself: thin and smiley and high school hopeless.

And then I see myself: bloody, sticky, and bloated with emotion.

Vivid, even 6 years later.