She’s waiting for you. He says. You turn your eyes to him in a “what did you say” way. He repeats. You slip up. You don’t respond. He doesn’t let that go. Another hit. Another busted lip. Ruby Red #5 won’t hide the mess.1
Blink away the tears--or not. It doesn’t make any difference. You have the new CoverGirl waterproof mascara. No smudges. Water won’t ruin this. Nothing will ruin this moment.2
The way your body twists and turns into a shape for the camera lens, isn’t beauty. The way your glistening pearly white teeth which resides in ivory which skin, isn’t beauty. The way his bites, punches, smacks, and fucks leave you body bruising nearly broken…that’s beauty.3
Each colliding skin contact that’s too rough to call love leaves his artwork in between your shoulder blades. The fingers he’s woven in your hair before he greedily yanks them out is his masterpiece. You are being kneaded and molded into an exact replica of the sacrificed Patron Saint of Humanity. 4
Skin stretched over bones but both fist up; autumn brown locks but hidden concussions. One more picture please...one more chance to be exactly like he wants you to be.5
What Do YOU really think? Be BRUTAL!
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This was really good. I noticed a few grammatical/spelling errors (not adding an 's' or something silly like that) but those are easily fixable. The way you incorporated everyday things like makeup and how it was "too rough to call love" drives your story home to the reader and makes it very believable. Its almost as if we are reading her thoughts or her diary. Wonderful.
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Wonderful.
This was different for me. I guess i would have never thought about it like that. Very good read. Made me think and the way you structure your words keeps the eyes going. Well done! Envy the idea
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