She Tried To Kill Me On Our Honeymoon

The scars still ache.

Ira Robinson

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Photograph by Author

Blood poured across my chest, pooling across my lap as the knife shuddered in my shoulder.

I tried not to scream, but it’s hard not to when you’ve just been stabbed by a crazed person who, merely hours before, made you the happiest person on earth.

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Ira Robinson

Published author of over a dozen books and dozens of short stories, Digital painter, and streamer, and blind. Contact me at ira@originalworlds.com