This week’s #blogbattle theme word is sacrilege. #Blogbattle is a weekly event hosted by the wonderful Racheal Ritchey over at the new #Blogbattle site. Take a look at her website and books as well. It’s worth it.
The glass smashed against the wall, shattering into a million raining shards, sprinkling on the floor.
“I can’t do this anymore!” she screamed through heavy breaths, tears streaking down her face. “You’ll never change! Would be sacrilege!” She sank down onto her knees and pounded the ground with her fists until they were sore and aching and all she could do was scream again at the solid mass beneath her. Her head dipped down as the sobs shuddered through her, forcing more and more tears from her eyes.
Her body curled up, her fists clenched against the pain that speared at her heart. Her stomach tightened, drawing her knees closer to her chest.
Agony poured from her, in moans, raw, straight from her throat, growing in intensity.
The pain wouldn’t stop sawing, biting every muscle, every nerve ending.
Over and over again she screamed into empty space, relinquishing words of hate and jealousy and fear and control and submission. Her shoulders sagged, and her head bowed to the ground. The cool of the tiles pressed into her, sending shivers along her skin.
She took in a deep shuddering breath, and exhaled the final remnants of the storm. Her breathing slowed, tears drying, muscles relaxing.
She turned onto her side, and opened drowned eyes to stare at the pool of glass opposite.