• Mind of a boyfriend

    Till death do us part

    [ Disclaimer: This piece may contain sensitive topics that may make some people feel uncomfortable. Content might be triggering to GBV survivors.Names used and incidents are the products of the author's imagination ] The thunder rumbled through our sparsely furnished house which made it feel like my soul. Empty. My head was deep in the toilet bowl, I was puking my guts out. The vodka I used to wash down my beer was not sitting well with the rest of alcohol in my system. Everything spun, my throat gave in each time and I would curl up after each heave. The lightness of my head alternated with a rhythmic throbbing…

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