Blindfold

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.’

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Photographer Unknown