53 words: Rehab

It would get worse before it got better. With the same slack-jawed smiles, the monsters approach his aching body. I know the cavities in their teeth, the freckles spotting their bodies, the scars hiding between folds. He screams in agony or ecstasy and I don’t know if to hold his hand or hide.

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