Dern. Submit. Reject.
(this is actually 99 words)
M E R C Y
Even if that fault was never mine, I still hold black rage against me. I pound my temples, I want to jump, my throat still burns from screaming.
It takes hard work to NOT kill you.
It takes hard work to NOT feel shame.
It takes hard work to write this story, and I aim only to inform you that I am burning, rabid, and awake. I am every child that you re-birthed. I am every bitch whose lust you cursed.
The thick tight spot above my navel has finally burst and I am the beginning of the world.