War by Mashael Almhaid

Posted on May 20, 2013 by

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She entered her room, closed the door and heard nothing but the sound of her goosebumps. She knew by then that her least favorite song was playing… the song of silence.

She shed a tear remembering his hideous laughter…
Then went on crying for hours cause she’s PMSing n’all…
What monstrous misfortune would combine both the agony of an abandoned woman, and her monthly struggle with chocolate and tears?

I left her for a week then came back to find her completely different…
She developed a pair of awful, puffed-up eyelids and grew nice double chin…
I didn’t recognize her at first, she looked old, neglected and pimples covered her skin

Is it possible for crying to help her forget the pain? Or is it just blocking his rhythmic snoring humming through her ears ever since her blue sky rained?

She deserted music…
She declared war…

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