I stood there as my legs tremble.
My eyes start to swell and my bottom lip quivers.
Empty tears come flooding down my face
I regret ever meeting him.
Goose bumps rise upon my cold naked skin.
My frail body struggling to stay standing.
I will kill him.
He comes walking in.
I greet him with a smile
He hands me a glass a milk and
I politely take it from him.
Our fingers touch ever so softly.
God how i miss that gentle connection.
The sour taste from the milk gives me a sudden awakening.
©artgal
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