The Light Gets In Through the Cracks

Rebirth after domestic abuse

Photo by Rhett Wesley on Unsplash

There was a time, a dark one… when I was lying on the kitchen floor in a fetal position… right after you left me. You punched a hole through my chest, sucked the air out of my lungs, crushed my soul; and I was unable to breathe, to move, to live. From that immense and incredible pain, I thought I was dying, but it wasn’t about death. It was the pain of…

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Zita Fontaine

Zita Fontaine

Writer. Dreamer. Hopeless romantic. Newsletter: zita.substack.com Email me: zitafontaine (at) gmail