A/N: This is inspired by a poetry prompt from Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow to describe my angriest moment (with someone whom I cherish, which I chose to reverse and fictionalise) using the words 'squall' and 'hush', and without using 'love, like, heart, mad or cry'. I ended up using some of the banned words, though. I squall at him, he glares and points, and orders me to hush. I laugh incredulously, thinking, hush little baby, don’t you cry, I planned on doing anything but sobbing any lullaby. I rise to the challenge, eyes intent on staring him down, I can emit anything I liked, but manipulating me would the power of his crown. I have known beings like him before. those whom wrap me around, hand and foot, little finger to finger, and this distaste of our connections linger in my body; I don’t want to generalise but how can I not? All their faces together into his I am seeing. What has stopped me from leaving? What has caused my scorn to die down and crush my self-worth into nothing? I used to be this strong, amazing woman and now: under his dancing thumbs and fingers, I am living. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by ArtTower from Pixabay
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