Once upon a time there was a girl with eyes as deep as the ocean and a mind as powerful as the sun. She looked up and in the brick of her vision she caught his eye and mercifully his gaze moved traveling the walls of the house. The wind rolled, scattering dust; I smelt the paint on the fence, the heat in the leaves, the parked conclusion of the afternoon. Him so close, smelt of nothing but then a waft of danger rose from him; his fist, clenched tight.
He hits her, she bruises; if she shifts to ease her weight, blood rivers from her nose. His appearance is locked in the black pit of her eyes; and as she pleads for understanding, shes crumbled, she collapses; and as she lays there fallen - her skin tinted a darkened black and blue he chuckles to himself. All he can say is “your weak” and all she thinks is ‘I surrender’ .
