Your angry boots close in like thunder. This hike was for my birthday. The obligation enraged you.
The slap shouldn’t have surprised me. You gave the same gift last year.
I sidestep and avoid your lunge, a present to myself.
Crimson stains the rocks below. I thought you would’ve screamed, a final cry to tell the birds and trees I’m a shitty partner. But the valley stayed silent until the sickening splat.
I memorize the nauseating bend of your body, the perfume of wild freesia, the ooze of brain matter.
My flare’s a signal for help, shining like freedom and fireworks.
Wow! Loved it from beginning to unexpected end!
Wow. Powerful.
whoa!!!
Strong stuff. I loved it!
Powerful and intense. Loved it.
Fabulous work, Christy!!
A difficult subject, captured stunningly in writing. Well done.
Wow! Brilliantly written tale of domestic abuse and sweet revenge.