Rusty

“I love you,” she says,
her voice shivering and raspy,
the unfamiliar words birthed from some damp, corroded place inside her,
flaking like rust as she forces them through tentative lips

it isn’t that she doesn’t love him –
she does;
she loves him more than she thought was possible

but,
she never wanted to need him

-image via Pixabay

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