As a moonlit fog confronted darkness, Allie struggled to pull her torn shirt above her head, back and forth hips wriggled out of her pants, and hefty boots, one at a time, plopped down on the shore leaving their mark.
She stood, completely nude, shameless and hard… letting her worn hands slowly slide over her tender, aching breasts… she took a deep breath, looked up, then down, and slowly waded into the water.
(Written by Edward Roads)
She wrestled with the dripping, abstruse memories of her vile dad… and step, by slow step, walked to the calm, at least for now, ocean.
The undulatincey of the cold sea helped her mute that haunting smile… and mom, with those totally bullshit hugs, always seemed to leave the room with her fingers folded before her… Allie Carriag plopped upon the moist, tidal earth and began to undress.
(Written by Edward Roads)
“Sweetheart, I am just trying to show you why we prosper…it’s ok…you’ll remember this and thank me one day beautiful…stop resisting…you stupid… you useless, lazy bitch…like your… wasted…mother…c’mon, your father is talking to you.. “.
Allie opened her knowing, bloodshot eyes, stood straight up in the dank, and walked toward the water.
(Written by Edward Roads)
Despite the gelid sea and a discharged syringe at the shore, Allie crawled only a bit, looked about the pressing grass with it’s breathing sumptuousness, and began to embrace her unexplainable warmth.
No crawlies, no weird bugs, no this, no that, just a {damn it!! damn it!! I don’t mind being alone, I just don’t want to be insignificant} shocking realization that her clothes were dry, and for the very first time since it happened, remembered her disgusting father.
(Written by Edward Roads)
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