Domestic Stories

Megan sat cross-legged on her bed, the math book for her master's program open in her lap, when she heard the gunshot and Freeman's yelp. He had no time to protect or react. Not even the slightest growl. She sprang up from her position and shook uncontrollably, unable to move, knowing he was in the house. Her room door was closed, but not locked. She needed to lock it, but the shakes had a hold of her. Megan knew it was o...

Satisfied, he falls asleep Thoughts drifting into dreams Mad as Hell, I lie awake Struggling to bridle my screams Traces of my stolen DNA sheathe his most private places While bleeding cuts and purple bruises defile my most sacred spaces I gently nudge him but he doesn’t stir, so I connive a hasty retreat But flashbacks of an invariable scene fill my mind with familiar speech, “ You’ll die before I let you go!" He caution...