The Ladies of Horror
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by D.M. Slate
You delivered me to this gruesome destiny, abandoning your only child without even the slightest glance back over your shoulder.
I cried out as you left and I attempted to follow you, but the orderlies restrained my arms and dragged me into the depths of this hell.
An embarrassment – that’s what you called me… but I never intended to bring about any discomposure.
Unladylike, headstrong, brash, and presumptuous. All terms you’d use in your fits of anger.
You never came for a single visit, nor inquired about my wellbeing. As much anger as I had burning in my soul, I still hoped every day that you’d appear.
But you never did.
For twenty-three years I was held hostage in this prison, constantly being told that I was unwell.
Screams of traumatized patients echoed off the walls and carried down the endless corridors. The sounds eventually merged into a symphony of misery, playing in my head each day.
At some point I began to covet death, seeing it as my only true escape from this madness.
But I’d been wrong.
Even death couldn’t free me from this confinement.
Fiction © Copyright D.M. Slate
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