"I Want to Hold Your Hand"
I don’t hide
Everything just fucking
I shiver at the sounds of whispers crawling out from the shadows. Half and half but not whole. The Devil stares me down, and I collapse in myself. Surrounding eyes scream to leave. My mouth opens, vocal chords crumpling as pain silently pushes out.
Ronni Davis is 3000 miles away from home and 100 times colder as she pursues a Business Administration degree at Boston University. This is her first official publication in a literary journal and sincerely hopes it won’t be the last.