I gasp for air as a power squeezes my lungs. I beg weakly, "Please... please stop..." I nearly lose all conscious, going numb of feeling, my hearing fades, all that is left is my blurred sight on the man who was once the man I would call my love. I close my eyes wishing for him to stop. Yet he never does, for he is addicted to paining me. I feel the grip of his hands loosen from my neck leaving painful markings. I lay against a wall with my knees up as I pretend to be of sleep until he leaves.
I wake up to a silence falling eerily through the room. I slowly open my eyes to a warm lightly instinctively making my eyes shut. As I then walk to my mirror hearing my every step. In the mirror all I see is an empty body that has no life. I see the life that has been drained from my body and bags under my eyes. Shocked, I see a tear shine to the light on this hideous face of mine. I turn away and walk out for another day of happiness, until I am faced once more with the man I once loved
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Short Poetic Stories
PoetryThese stories are completely random depending on my mood of what I want to write. Most I believe are going to be written closer to a poem than anything. I am not expecting people to read these, but if anyone does know that I appreciate it - There ma...
