it could never be the same, she thought. she awoke to trouncing by the cane, she fell asleep to his mordacious remarks.
this had become her life it seemed.
a man who once swore he would adore her in sickness and in health, as long as they both shall live was now abusing her every fibre.
she wanted to scream, she wanted to run away;
for he was reviling.
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What He Was (✓)
Poetryhe was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04...
