December 2010
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he slapped me across the face, so hard that i stumbled backwards into the wall. my cheek burned with pain, my eyes with tears. his face fell with remorse but he steeled his jaw and said “fuck you.”
he left.
i sank to the floor, buried my face in my hands, sobbed. i sobbed until my back ached from heaving, my head pounded, my mouth was filled with saline and mucous.
he came back.
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he’s on the floor in front of the television, playing atari games like a little boy, while i watch Out of The Past on my laptop in the bed. retro, in our different ways. he’s my own personal anti hero, scowling and up to no good like the best of my favorite film noir leading men. i’m his jill valentine, he says.
we’ve both been so busy lately; this is the first day...