"fuck you"
i said
venom dripped from my tongue
pooling in my hands
overflowing
i could drown you
"yeah,
FUCK YOU"
and my throat burned
from the strain.
i was powerful,
an evil sorceress,
who could bring any man
down to their knees.
"leslie, shut the fuck up in there!
some people
are trying to get some fuckin' sleep!"
my father yelled from his room
down the hall.
it was 2 a.m.
and the darkness held me
as i ripped up your picture
in to 44 pieces.
YOU ARE READING
i said no
Short Storyi still taste your tongue in my mouth/ and the bruises on my thighs look like your fingerprints [trigger warning]
