The hatred was unforgettable, bitter on the tongue but sweet on the broken soul

Her knees ached as she rocked herself, prepping her body for the Catharsis it craved

Tears fell slowly, those pretty blue eyes knew what was coming next

Music played in the background, the harsh pounding rock of her brother’s stolen record

Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back

Curls swayed in time with the beat as she screamed louder than the professionals

Panting her hands tied the loose hair behind her back

She was ready for the Catharsis, for the relief, for the purge

Two fingers and the hope that her pain would disappear

If only it was that easy

You can’t fix broken


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