Wednesday, February 25, 2015


He was mad as hell. 
He wanted so badly to be the straw that broke her. 
He wanted to see the agony creep across her face as 

She clocked that she could never escape him. 

But instead she stood straighter. 
She held her head high in the air.
And spoke not to him, but around him.

"I am the strength of my own power.
I am the source of my own love. I am whole.
I am not a part of you or anyone.
I am a woman; blood, sweat and emotion,
And I will tear through your influence like the razor blade promises you cut me with."

He was speechless.
She was afraid no more.

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