her mother came to visit one day.
it was the best day of her life.
mother saw the damage her poor girl had suffered and thundered towards him in a murderous rage.
she called the police. she called an ambulance. she called her father. she called whoever she could to save her little girl.
and she had never been so thankful;
for he would finally be a convict.
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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...
