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Deception

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.

6S

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.

10 comments:

austere said...

Envy that last line.

Kevin Michaels said...

I love this - great description and powerful visuals! The heartache and pain really comes through - great stuff!

Justice said...

I have felt your pain. Yet I Hold On.

Good Luck

Ian said...

Yep, nails it well. And you can't get it out of anything, it lingers for years.

A good six!

Bob Jacobs said...

Stephanie, this is great, I really enjoyed it.

I very much enjoyed Angel Lust, too, but don't seem to be able to leave a comment against it.

Twelve well written sentences, two lovely pieces of writing. Thanks.

Quin said...

well done, bee. the pain leaks through... this is one of your best pieces.

Joe said...

A remarkable piece of writing. Wonderfully concise and cogent. A masterpiece.

Madam Z said...

I feel your pain, Stephanie. I recommend mailing the bastard a package containing the the blood-soaked gauze and a bit of rotting flesh. The stench of that package will be unforgettable, and you will experience the sweet smell of revenge.

Anonymous said...

my favorite so far of your sixes

Anonymous said...

Stephanie, sometimes this is such a horrible truth. You presented it well.

Jeanette Cheezum