Sodoma

Years

inside the closet, in silence. He feels comfortable inside the tight wooden walls, where it's silent, dark, and there's nothing but him and the clothes on the hangers, sharing the space. Distant sounds of heavy footsteps and nervous breathing intensify the agony that is visible on her dark face, with her sw

t me by surprise." The visitor doesn't respon

y ever around, only coming by to visit. His expression is furious, with clenched jaws, glazed eyes, as red as his bruised fist. The visitor rubs his fingers on his face, enraged, pacing like a caged animal. The suit that's always impeccab

ks toward him, but her steps freez

e glint of the automatic pistol in his hand.

hat down... You

eeth in anger, pressing the pistol harder against her forehead. "I ga

an explain... It's not what you think." Sh

cry before. He says that crying is a sign of weakness, and now he's in tears. She embraces him, ki

were doing?" The visitor's other hand crushes her curly hair, squeezing it ti

I love myself." Her small body slides down, clingin

He releases his anger in grotesque screams, like a wounded animal. She must have done

closet, resting her eyes on the crack. Black, calm, and tender eyes, that always smile a

ard, no footsteps. The small body inside the closet curls up, frozen, holding its breath when a shot is fired. Her shoulders slump to the side, falling onto the white carpet. A pool

d as he looks at her lifeless body is h