Photo by Nicole De Khors from Burst
Calypso. She dances in the salty wind, the sea swells beneath her feet. I fell in love with Calypso, the mistress of my soul. Yet darkness hid within her.
She threw the wine glass at the hearth and it shattered. I watched as if it would magically dissolve into the black slate. “He raped me when I was ten,” she said.
I took her hand. “I will never hurt you.”
“You already have. Only a fool makes that promise.”
“Then, I will hurt with you.”
Reduced to a slow-rolling wave, she gently broke upon me. “I believe you.”
(Originally published 2018/04/16 at 12:03 am)
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