A Woman's Journey


By August 14, 2019 23 Comments

He thought me how to bury my emotions and shoot a gun, but I don’t remember a lesson on how to bury him. Images of how he slaughtered my parent’s murderers and took me in, flooded my mind as they lowered him into the ground. I wiped my glassy eye, he’ll never forgive me if I showed any sign of weakness.That bullet was meant for me. “I’ll be your guardian angel, little red.” He kept his promise. Little did they know, little did they know that they have birthed the devil’s incarnate. Oh, they certainly do not know.



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