venomous thoughts crossed her mind. she wanted to ruin him, as he did her.
she wanted to take every part of his life and spin it into an inescapable web. she wanted to kill him.
but just as she was about to choke his life out of him, he let out a single word.
a single word that sucked all the valour out of her.
junior.
one little baby, he had destroyed. one little baby, he would destroy again if she didn't stop.
and she sank to the floor, weeping into her palms;
for he was a coercer.
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What He Was (✓)
Poetryhe was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04...
