The Knitted Sweater

The knitted sweater hangs loosely on her small body. Encompassing her whole, and hiding the pale, smooth, and untouched skin underneath. Like the virgin mother her disposition alludes to; lacking the all-knowing ways of the world. The sweater’s ivory softness falls gently across her form, swaying monotonously with the everyday bustle of school and work. Hidden underneath is an untouched and yet broken body. One that has never known the soft touch of a gentleman’s parted lips lingering on her cheek, and sharing with her a secret whisper. A fearfulness creeps in, shielding its glare from those in passing so they do not know the person within. Unintentionally, she hides herself from the world in an ever so subtle way. 

—By Summer H., 18, Ontario