Flee #FictionMonday

I find it unbearable, the way you hold me in your arms. You stifle me so, the way you grab me by force. I don’t feel loved.  I feel captured. Owned. Not loved. Never loved.

Everything you say, everything you do, reeks of savagery.

When you hold me close, your fingers dig into my back, like claws, your hot breath on my neck, your heart banging within the ribcage as if doing a victory jig in a state of euphoria, celebrating the power you wield over me.

I feel the bile rise in my throat when you give me that look from across the room. I dig in my heels, ensconce myself into my seat and wish I could somehow get stuck to the spot so you won’t be able to coax me to bed.

How can you love someone you fear? Someone you abhor?

Whose mere presence around you unsettles you? Upsets you?

Wonder what I was thinking when I fell for you!

But, I bide my time.

Some day.

Some day, I will escape. Some day, when you are fast asleep the morning after, when you lie dead to the world, your snores echoing in every corner of the house, your mind in a haze, I’ll steal myself from you and vanish.

I will go back to the person I was before.

To the time when I was alive.

Breathing. Smiling. Thriving.




This post has been written for #FictionMonday, hosted by my dear friend, Vinitha DIleep, from Reflections. Do join in and have fun with words!

This week’s prompt: FEAR


Published by shilpagupte

Do you know the secret to living a happy life? Eat. Pray. Love. Or, watch what you eat, wish well for all and fill your heart with love! That's precisely what I try to do through my blogs: 'Metanoia', the wellness blogazine, and 'Fictionista', my blog for fiction and non-fiction. Welcome to my virtual homes!

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