Crushed

I dream of flexibility, to be able to mold myself. I so want to be the woman of his dreams. These wretched bones get in the way….

He decided to break them for me. The bouquet I bought for our anniversary lay crushed on the ground. I was born only to please him, and be the woman of his dreams….

 

Wilted flowers say

only a woman can be

so stupid in love.

 

Inspired by Pat at

MLMM – Sunday Writing Prompt

sunday-2nd-july

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13 thoughts on “Crushed

  1. Oh wow Reena! This is simple – and simply breath-taking – and I mean, it leaves me stunned, it’s so darkly stunning – yet, as so often is the case, one must walk deep into the darkness in order to recognize even the faintest glimmer of light.

    I really am enthralled – how you’ve worked this prompt – thank you so much for playing the Sunday writing prompt 🙂

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