Words| MATRICIDE – ONLY ACT THAT WAS CONGENIAL TO MY COLD STONY SOUL
By Aloo Odundo My hands trembled. I was angry, hurt, confused all at once.She kept texting and my replies were instant. We were tearing each other apart; or so I thought. I ran into my room and flung my head at the wall. I was too upset for words. I yanked my clothes off the hangers in my… Read More Words| MATRICIDE – ONLY ACT THAT WAS CONGENIAL TO MY COLD STONY SOUL