Lesbian sacrifice

12.04.2018 4 Comments

If someone out there is reading this, and you are seeing yourself in my words, believe me, that person who is bringing you terror every day — they are lying to you. A strange joy that I had never known before blossomed, filling every part of me. I am worth loving. The next morning, after that fight, I threw everything I could find into my small red hatchback.

Lesbian sacrifice


Alexis is a writer from Sydney. My little red car sped down the highway, away, away, away. Over those thirteen years I became invisible. Sometimes, I wonder how I got out. Over the years, I tried to work out what to do with her rage. They are gone and pieces of my heart will never, ever come back. The trick is what happens next. When I closed the heavy front door behind me I felt like I was losing everything I ever loved. Like the magpie with the glittering jewel eye, diving. Into the garden, into the cool night, and go. Then more, and more — I would count each one off on my fingers, bam, bam, bam. It lit me up with courage and with determination. We see the billboard posters of the big man, looming above the shaking woman. I am worth more than this. The next morning, after that fight, I threw everything I could find into my small red hatchback. I could just jump out. I was looking at the shape of the window, the curtain slightly loose. In many ways, domestic violence tears families apart. Because my greatest fear was that everyone would find out that she was hurting me. I am worth loving. I am worth something. If someone out there is reading this, and you are seeing yourself in my words, believe me, that person who is bringing you terror every day — they are lying to you. A small and humble voice was whispering to me that I was worth it. Licensed under Creative Commons 2. I remember one night, the final night, I sat on our bed in the darkness and she yelled at me again. Drunk and sad, and later angry. Would someone on the street help me?

Lesbian sacrifice


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4 thoughts on “Lesbian sacrifice”

  1. My little red car sped down the highway, away, away, away. The wild momentum of liberation carried me, and before I knew it I was on the wind, flying, free.

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