Concussion

A place in her mind where one is left to relive over and over broken promises of those who no longer love her. Broken hearts never healed. Lies are constantly being made.

Finding out from others that she hasn't been loved in such a long time. She was used for the convenience of a man who used her selfishly. He'd rather ruin a mind, soul, spirit, body and get off on it. Please, other women, tell them how beautiful they are instead of saying those chosen words for her... A man who can never keep his word, turning his back on the one he said he loved. Manipulating anyone and everyone that will listen and playing the victim at the cost of hurting her.

Now in her quiet place. Her loneliness. In a world of her own, she learns to escape her own sanity of lies and manipulations. A place where she can try to fix what is broken or choose to escape in a world where she can punish those who have purposely hurt her for their own enjoyment. For their own games. She has to decide if she too will join in on the games and manipulate those in her nightmares to live up to, that she has endured making them understand what she has been through. She has been destroyed and everyone wears blinders to avoid seeing how it's affected her state of being. It leaves her with a Concussion: Symptoms of Poetry.


FICTION/NONFICTION
MATURE AUDIENCES - SOME EXPLICIT CONTENT
RATED R - Reader Discretion Is Advised