Michael Malone - Weebly

itself as vile and scared and savage, as unjust and
unjustifiable, as unloved and unlovable, as her heart had
always known. Now that she had witnessed, now that
she lay stained and bleeding in the shattered glass, why
wouldn't God let her go?
But the man thrust frantic against her, sobbing now,
his mouth sliding over her face and neck and breasts,
sucking everywhere. And she wanted to plead, Just
suck and be at peace. And she wanted to gloat,
laughing, I'm barren so there is nothing you can do that
can touch me finally. She was caught there now. His
sweat, like vinegar, stung her eyes closed. His hands
were desperate on her flesh, clasping and unclasping,
pulling her legs and hips against him. With panic she felt
that he could never finish. She looked up into his eyes.
But the eyes were glassy and emptied. "Move," he
croaked at her, and she was trying to move. Words
gurgled through saliva in his throat like a man choking
on blood. His hand slipping in the sweat of her hand
shoved hers down to where they joined and he
squeezed her hand around his testicles. She could feel
heat and the sharp prickle of hairs as he squirmed their