vvhurricane
I asked once, twice, thrice it was never going to do any good. He was heedless to prayer after prayer I offered up. Lording about over everything like he owned the place. I wore the most brazen red lipstick I owned, shortest skirt, wanton grin. He didn't even know I was alive.
I was placed down down down like it was a never ending feeling a sort of coldness rising up through my bones, I could see my breath and feel the last warmth of the big strong hands fade away. Maybe now I could learn to live and love another woman alone.