“What would you do if you saw him right now?“
Is what was whispered to me.
Shopping in the next town over, buying more clothes and shit I didn’t need. I saw you there. And you saw me.
The person who tore me down and made me feel broken. You. My predator. My stalker. My nightmares. My fears. My reality. My rapist.
I felt your dirty fucking eyes watching me from the five racks over.
So… I stood taller, walked straighter, built up confidence, laughed at nothing, and looked you in the eye.
You saw me.
Happy. Beautiful. Glowing. Staring you down and hating every fucking part of you. I smiled confidently from ear to ear.
I let you know, in my fiery glare, that you didn’t break me down. You didn’t ruin me. You didn’t smolder my flame.
You saw me. I am here. You sick motherfucker…
And I am stronger than fucking ever.
Anonymously Hal 
Inspiring as fuck 🖤🖤
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🙂 Thank you so fucking much! 🙂
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No fucking problem! 😉 I look forward to reading your work 🖤
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I look forward to reading yours!!!!
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Omg reading this sent shivers up my spine. Be strong. No doubt you are a great writer
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Thank you so much! That means more than you know 🙂
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The power in this!!
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Thanks mystery guy! 🙂
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