Written by Jacob Ibrag
Big hand on the clock strikes three as she
wakes and slowly wipes her tears away. Eyes
try to adjust to the darkness and yet all she sees
is him and his knuckles. It shouldn’t be like this.
It’s been years since he’s last touched her face. It’s
been years since he’s played with her brain. ‘I’ll always
swim in the depths of your psyche ,’ he’d whisper after
knocking back a few shots of whiskey. Years removed
from the bottom of his heel, and she couldn’t shake the
words that had plagued her ears. ‘Want to go back to the
day before I met him, the moment I decided to settle.
The day before I sold myself to his choke hold, the
second I decided to put on my blindfold.’