by Stephanie Burton
Why do we hurt the ones we love? To make a point, to show our strength, to prove we are the conquerors? I piled BandAids on the wounds he left, but they bled through. I wrapped my head in gauze, took drugs to numb the pain, but I could still feel the sting. At night when I laid in the bed I could smell the rotting flesh. The stench of heartache is unforgettable.
Stephanie Burton, author of Angel Lust, currently resides in New York City with two fabulous roommates who politely deal with her assortment of male suitors. You can read more about the sagas of Stephanie's love life (and other adventures) at Spread Eagle in NYC.