Tagged: domestic abuse

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Battered

Illustration by Anon D’mowlse

A bottle of spirit in one hand, my hair in his other. He dragged me from my roots into our bedroom.
I pleaded. I begged. I cried.
He removed his belt; I shuddered at the sound of its shearing friction. Deliberately, he wrapped the leather around his right hand, the steel buckle left dangling.
My name is Mari. Today is my one year anniversary.

 

 

 

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Game with Charlie

Illustration by Anon D’mowlse

Peek-A-Boo! I see you.
Run and hide… there’s no way out.

Scream and shout… not a soul can hear you.
Feel my breath on your neck? Your hairs are standing on ends.
Naughty child, do hear those muffling cries next door?
Metal chains clinking… nails scratching down the wall?
Come and see… join the fun.

Let’s play all night long.
Peek-A-Boo… I see you.

 

 

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