Tuesday, January 22, 2013


by Colleen Foley

I came to naked, screaming, and pinned against a wall with Seth’s hands on my wrists like oaken shackles. My left forearm burned as though it were being etched with acid.

She screamed too, a rising howl of pain, frustration, and fury.

Pain and screaming stopped as Seth released me and faced her. I pulled my jeans on, snarling as recent history revealed itself. Still barefoot, I strode past my brother, ignoring his eccentric gesturing and chant.

Reaching her, still on her knees, I let what she had unleashed, and lost control of, take over.

I started to beat her.


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