Your hands grapple 'round my pale slim throat
"If I can't have you, then no-one will!"
Tightening hands give breath pause
"Don't you look at him, slut!"
Stars flicker past eyes
"You are mine, whore!"
Fading, fast.....
"Mine! Mine!"
.....passed.
Authors note - Yes, I'm trying to be a bit more confident with my art. It isn't how I envisioned it, but it is what it is. Thanks for looking and reading, since you've got this far.
About the Creator
Ruth Stewart
Ruth is disabled - ME/CFS, Fibromyalgia. Pro-women, always. Married with adult children. Dog and bird parent. Lives in Scotland, UK
"In a world where you can be anything, be kind." Caroline Flack
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