Man who stole my world

The silence of the night was broken by the sounds of their slaps across her face and back. Crack! Another whiplash across her broken spirit. Their hatred shows up red and hot on her perfect creamy skin. She knows that the only respite she will get is from the touch of the cool floor on her lacerations … Continue reading Man who stole my world

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

There is another knock on the door. I look exasperatedly at the barrier that separates me from the person behind it (and maybe let out a sigh of relief that I don't have to confront him right now). This was the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes that he had come to inquire if … Continue reading Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder