Frozen strawberries
It started again, the noises in the bedroom. It’s always like this when he comes around. They sound like bones cracking each other. I can’t imagine the soul one must have to find pleasure in this. But thats our agreement.
“Don’t move hun, I brought the frozen strawberries for your bruises.”
“He’ll be back you know, next month. I don’t know if I can take it again, please, please come up with the money for the rent this time.”
December 4, 2011 6:08 pm
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