She felt the water rush over her shoulders and down her legs. Her cheek hurt, new new pink against the bright, bright red. The water was hot, but she wanted boiling. She wanted to melt off her skin, melt everything down to old, old white bones. The scar pulsed in rhythm with her heart. She remembered. The glass from the broken windows, dark, dark red blood that did not seem to be hers. She opened her eyes. The shower was steamy now, moisture rising in waves and ending in loose fingers. She laughed. It felt good to be clean.
Sue Clayton
27/6/2022 03:09:19 am
An image of violence in this disturbing scene. Comments are closed.
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