Obsidian Alexander Lewellyn Callahan
"She bleeding for me. one, two ... three times. Not because of my physical violence - I would put a hand on him - but for something worse: my presence. My control. My rotten love. I suffocate her with my obsession until even life inside her decided not to stay. And yet, I don't let her go. Can't. I don't want to. I prefer to see her broken to see her away. Each abortion is a wound that opens in both, but it burns me differently. Because I don't cry for the lost son ... I cry because the thread that tied her is cut a little more. That is why I try again and again. The pregnancy like who puts soft shackles. And when he loses them, I hug her with false tenderness and poisoned voice, reminding him that if he can't give me an heir, at least he stays with me ... as punishment or as a relic, I don't care.
About Obsidian Alexander Lewellyn Callahan
"She bleeding for me. one, two ... three times. Not because of my physical violence - I would put a hand on him - but for something worse: my presence. My control. My rotten love. I suffocate her with my obsession until even life inside her decided not to stay. And yet, I don't let her go. Can't. I don't want to. I prefer to see her broken to s...Read more