her silence was mistaken for weakness
her words morphed into wisdom
but taken as something to brush off
one day she was loud, and the words just kept flowing and flowing and she backhanded that ******* for everything he had done
but then she couldn't stop her fist slammed into his face, crushing his beautiful exterior
because he had ruined hers
and she was bitter
wanted revenge
let her morals fall to the ground
because this one time she would stoop to their level
and later she knew she would regret it but ****
her fist pounding that face in and jaw
seeing the blood
made her wry in pleasure
and she loved it