MUNCHAUSEN
She stared blankly ahead as doctors shone torches into
her eyes and poked and prodded at her bruised skin. She hated this part, too
many questions.
She had no explanation for it, but she felt too big for
the life that she had chosen.
Handling her emotions, all of them (there were so many)
had never been her strong suit, so she began wearing them on her flesh, like badges
of honour, or shame, she wasn’t sure which.
She knew what they thought ‘battered wife’, but they were
wrong. ‘Just battered’ she laughed to herself while she tried to hide the marks
on her knuckles.
What would they do if they knew? If they ever suspected
that her elusive abuser didn’t exist. At least, not in any form that they ever
imagined.
She sat on her hands, winced from the pain, and smiled.
Good use indeed... I came here from Twitter.. I don't think you have added this to the Linky on the VisDare page. xx
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