Domestic Violence II

One hour passes. Mum hasn’t arrived to school. She is your class teacher. She will stand before you and other children. She will teach you guys. Like morning never happened. Three hours pass. She isn’t there yet. The first lesson goes. Second… third. No mum. You are in fear. A fear too dangerous for a kid. You imagine mum was murdered by domestic violence. She finally gets into class. She heads straight to her desk.

Domestic Violence I

How I wish this pillow was black in color. Hospitals should set rooms with dark things for people who have lived dark lives. Anyway, white will do for now. With one foot slightly supported by the bed and the other acting as a pillar rooted to the cold ICU floor, I make my last move. A move of Power. Finally, I am the powerful one in the room. I am enjoying this! But wait…

There is nothing powerful about domestic violence

Dear Future Ex III

You see, my dear. Unlike the other letters, this one is full of sweet nothings and ridiculous pet names. This is proof of the kind of progress through which I have gone ever since that day. I found my lover. My soul mate and friend. I saw you in a different light my dear. You became the most beautiful creature I know. My lucky charm. Guardian angel. My muse! Whenever I heard your voice, the higihaga feeling in my heart equaled none under the sun. It was something between the sophistication of a violin sound and the simple smoothness of the wandindi…

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