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.
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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.
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10 comments:
Envy that last line.
I love this - great description and powerful visuals! The heartache and pain really comes through - great stuff!
I have felt your pain. Yet I Hold On.
Good Luck
Yep, nails it well. And you can't get it out of anything, it lingers for years.
A good six!
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.
well done, bee. the pain leaks through... this is one of your best pieces.
A remarkable piece of writing. Wonderfully concise and cogent. A masterpiece.
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.
my favorite so far of your sixes
Stephanie, sometimes this is such a horrible truth. You presented it well.
Jeanette Cheezum
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