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OWNED: A TALE OF WHAT LOVE SHOULD NEVER BE.
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Tears cloud her baby eyes.
Her lips tremble.
No one hears her cry.
No one sees her heart breaking—
quietly, in the corner of a room
that no longer feels like home.
Bruises bloom across her face,
cracks split her lips,
her skin remembers every lesson
his hands have ever taught.
Her eyes,
they hold storms,
they hold prayers,
and if pain were a person,
it would wear her face.
Then he comes home.
Not drunk—
just tired,
and cruel.
She kneels,
just as he taught her:
“a good wife bows.”
He watches her trembling hands,
irritated by her fragility.
Then the belt speaks.
For no reason.
Or for little reason like,
the sound of her feet
while she walks.
“I own you!”
he roars,
as leather finds skin.
Her scream folds
into silence.
And she folds with it—
smaller,
quieter,
gone.
Each day,
the chain tightens.
Each night,
she forgets how to breathe.
“Damaged people
do not know how to love each other.”
She whispers this
to her reflection.
And when he finally sleeps,
she learns the sound
of freedom.
After the death of her husband —
whom she had skillfully killed
with her own bare hands —
she tells every man who comes after:
“He owned me.”
But the owned
has killed its owner.
A tale
for another day.
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