: About Me

For days, she stared at her naked body in the bathroom mirror, watching his work fade from purple to green to yellow. She told herself that, this time, she would remember and not forget. Seeing her from the bedroom, he walked into the bathroom and stared in the mirror, too. His gaze was at first confused and, then, seemingly sad. He kissed his wife's battered body, each bruise his lips tenderly caressed. He whispered, "I swear I'll never hurt you again, baby." It was a Sunday, and he was watching his favorite football team lose. Cursing the players and coaches for their incompetency and th...