Is it Really Abuse if You Were Never Hit? |
Issue 12
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I want to be struck, to sicken and rot.
To have something black and blue to point to when the people ask - What happened to you? What did he do to you? Words do not break bones, actually. Words do not leave any traces at all, really. Circumstantial evidence, they’ll say. It’s all conjecture, he’ll reason. He said I’ll never find a love like this again. - I sure fucking hope not. |
Doné de Beer is a Namibian born writer living in Melbourne. She is a writer of many forms, dabbling in screenplays, poetry and novels. She writes to illuminate parts of herself she wasn’t aware of, and to comfort others in their pain and loneliness.
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