Cracks run down his spine.

The words he wants to say are-

faded,

but he says them so often that you

can't help but know,

after a while,

what, he is going to say.

He tries his hardest

to stand for me,

but he has been shown so much,

abuse,

that his scars, are

as bright as the moon.

I have scarred him,

and he has scarred me too.

I have bent him and written-

all over his wings.

He has torn me down,

and ripped my mind to shreds.

And although neither of us will ever

hear-

the other say it,

I love him,

and he loves me too.

My favorite book.

Josie LaTorres

Age 14, Grade 8

Trexler Middle School

Allentown School District