In the early evening light , she looked into the smashed mirror of the bedroom, this can't be me she whispered; swollen shut eyes, chipped teeth, cuts, and a nose pushed severely over bruises on side of her once proud pretty face. To hopeless to cry, she dropped to the floor, strewn with broken furniture, glass, clothes.
Her phone rang...
Hey baby, that you??
Only the sound of her own ragged breathing.
I love you, i just get so stressed out, the fucking boss, bills. you know.
Anyway, what do you do all fucking day, i do everything
Hey, you there, a low growl, a whispered ( bitch)....
The phone was where she had dropped it.
Shuffling out of the still open door, she faced West, walking into the first stars..
struggling to take a deep breath of the cooling air,
she didn't even look back..
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