Demolition Before the Bloom

get away with it.

He thought he held all the cards.

He thought I was just a middle-class girl with nowhere to go.

He thought I was trapped.

I grabbed a stack of thick paper towels.

I ran them under the cold water.

I pressed the wet bundle hard against the open gash on my forehead.

Pain flared hot and sharp across my skull.

I didn’t flinch.

I welcomed it.

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