Cheryl stood on the train station’s platform, breathing the thin, icy air.
In her hand was a train ticket. On her finger was the indentation of a wedding ring. On her legs the colors red, purple, and blue married.
She thought, This is what it feels like to be free.
Penelope Yagake lives with her cat and makes digital art when she is not writing poetry and short stories.
Wow Penny…so young and able to capture the meaning of an abusive marriage in a poetic way! Nice job…I’m proud.
What a wonderful description of the emotional and physical bruises of abuse.