she wore her stripes with shame.
walking to school, trying not to wince as the ones on her inner thighs occasionally rubbed together, her calf muscles tense under the perfectly placed marks there, face flaming as she pretended to not see the looks of the other kids, their parents whispering, knowing the teachers would tutt once again.
she wore her stripes with shame.
and plotted her revenge.
I am amazed at the deep dark levels you can reveal...
ReplyDeletequery, I struggled with the word immutible in reference to the sun being too blinding to "see" on my haiku on my blog. I respect your brevity with words, any suggestions?
And I trust revenge was sweet.
ReplyDeleteYes... the brevity is admirable. Where people write and write and write... I love when writers keep it short and powerful, as it is here.
ReplyDeletePowerful four sentences. I must confess, in my twisted mind I first thought this might be about a young zebra who hated her stripes.
ReplyDeleteThis one grabbed me, Quin, I'm working on a thesis that's based on the notion that the desire for revenge can become a spark for creative writing and here you offer evidence a plenty. Great stuff.
ReplyDeleteNice word economy here. It does have the feel of going deeper and darker with each sentence.
ReplyDeleteThis made me feel uncomfortable to read. I suspect that is the goal.
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