Cigarette in one hand, an ash tray laying lazily next to her other, on a bed-side table she didn't recall buying. Short curls comforting her, providing sanctuary in an otherwise hectic situation. Velvet lip stick imprinted on the thin white paper surrounding the toxic chemicals invading her lungs- glowed in the few shards of lights coming in from the blinds above. A burning sensation followed, one she enjoyed. Putting out the cigarette, she got herself out of bed wearing absolutely nothing and strutted toward the bathroom; this is where she removed all her makeup- struggling to turn on the faucet of the bathtub.
Her hands soapy and wet- she felt for the handles. She grabbed the nearest one and pulled; water gushing out towards the porcelain vault. Dipping her foot into the warm water, she was satisfied enough to begin adding her favorite coconut body lotion with just enough hazelnut to leave her skin silky. Smiling she got into the bathtub, the water surrounding her like a tight hug. A long whoosh of air absconded her lungs; releasing her immense tension with it.
Suddenly, a hand came down and with great force and held her head. She struggled with the stranger to no avail. Hadn't she locked that damn bathroom door? Too late for thoughts- too late for breathing; she desperately kicked and clawed at the intruder; but they held strong...
Her last breath meet her somber check with unknowingness and regret, what had she done wrong?
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoesíaA compilation of all my favorite poems and short stories I've written. ▪️Please give credit where credit is due. ▪️ ▪️These stories are written by me, and any similarity to any other story or poem is merely coincidental. ▪️ ➿I would truly love any s...
