but he found out eventually. and when he did, his façade crumbled.
he was unrelenting.
he lashed her, struck her and bashed her head against the wall.
his face was stone. but she could tell, she could tell he wanted the child.
sadly, by the time he stopped, she'd lost their little life. she'd lost her son.
and she was seething;
for now he was heartless.
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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...
