In a place like this, catching death is as easy as walking in the wrong alley.
I heard a woman, her fists pounding from door to door… the sound of desperation reverberating through the walls.
When she reached my home, I almost let her in… but didn’t. Couldn’t.
When she screamed, it was like her soul fled her body through her mouth so that it wouldn’t be there anymore when they defiled her.
I imagined her sprawled across the cold stones while they ravaged her…
Her soul a detached observer, hovering… Like mine did when they took me.
© 2013 K.Z. Morano
I’m a little late this week. my laptop’s busted >< but for the love of FF, I'm here @ my granny's using her computer.lol 😉 so it might take a while for me to reach your story. but I'll catch up, see ya there ^^ xo