he, without hesitation,
knocked you
cold,
wiping at his bloody teeth,
and left you
on your own porch.
later,
he accused
me of
c h e a t
i n g
of lying.
and on more
than one occasion,
i had slept beside you.
we didn't have sex,
n o
but i craved your touch
rather
than
his
and i was
g u i l t y
guilty
guiltyguilty
guilt y
so i laid there
l i f e l e s s l y,
until he'd
had his fill of
hitting me.
i don't blame you,
i
deserved
it.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]