Beating Her

I was working at my desk in the morning.When I heard some banging and pounding,from below me. The neighbors were fighting again.But, this was different.This was screaming. It was the sound of punching through flesh.The sound of slapping skinThat sound of hands raised in defense,while a fist plows through to break a nose. Pounding, pounding,Continue reading “Beating Her”

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