Samreen Chowdhury


She moves through the doors and walls,hopes that she pleases.
Hoping to be lovingly caressed and Such a bliss glowing in the smile on her face.
A bright red, belted and carved dress , fitted beautifully on her body, with Diamond laces strapped onto her back.
For a moment she reminisce the time when she bled because the bruises on her back were deep and the belt from he’s trousers,that hit her stomach still gave her stitches. She had a man who was a demon. Lavish and uncomfortable. Today she’s got heals on to meet the love of her life after a long period of time, she gazes carefully and mourns, thinking it’s a dream of what she’s visioning.
There laid another woman on top of a man she’s supposed to move on with but he caused her to be traumatised and excessively destroyed

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