The Art of Feelings

Head Away

That little word, was like another slap in the face. Like the backlash of another mistake. She stared at him, willing, no begging, for him to take it back. Those eyes, fierce and cold, watching her next move. Willing her to say something back. To pick another argument. To sink down to his level. To face up to him neck to neck, eye to eye… Only to realize that she really did not have what it takes.

Slut, he echoed, again and again in her head.

Slut, he echoed, in those twisting blanket hours of her sleep.

Slut, he echoed, even in her darkest moments.

Don’t you ever forget that, he would sneer next.

And the only thing she could do afterwards… Was turn her head away.


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