Slowly, she awakens. Yawns. Stretches. Opens her eyes and take a long, deep breath. The stench remains: rancid flesh, decayed heart, still festering wounds. Shattered pieces of soul remain where they fell, a field of diamonds sparkling beneath the sun. A warrior, she stands amid the chaos; her gaze wanders from one broken seam to … Continue reading She Will Be …
Category: Domestic Abuse/Violence
Reflection of Imperfection
Their eyes met. Perfect girl's were a brilliant blue. Framed gorgeously in a face that belonged on the cover of a magazine. High cheekbones, a button nose and luscious lips all covered in flawless, perfectly tanned skin. Silky blonde hair framed it all with grace. Delicate. Elegant. Strong.
Bits O' Bran 