She felt the heat of his hand like a burn on her back from lying too long in the sun
Her wound would not find relief with the cool salve of aloe
It oozed with blood and the discomforting sensation of an itch she could not scratch
Every movement gave way to an involuntary gasp
The pain a reminder of his secret rage
This was his first but would it be his last?
Silence turned to fear
Fear to silence
A tenuous tango
A wayward waltz
Awkward dance partners
Stepping on each others’ toes
Day 3. For those past and present who’ve experienced the physical and emotional pain of abuse.