-sora Aoi- - 7 Soe 019 Rape

Today, I have a new apartment. There is a shelf in my kitchen. On it is a messy stack of cookbooks, a coffee mug with a chip in it, and a fake flower my daughter made from pipe cleaners. Nothing is aligned. Nothing is perfect.

In our living room, there was a small wooden shelf. It held three things: a ceramic bird from his mother, a clock that didn't work, and a small succulent. Every single day, I would dust that shelf. Every single day, I would stand back and make sure the bird was facing exactly 45 degrees to the left. 7 SOE 019 Rape -Sora Aoi-

I became obsessed with the angle of a ceramic bird. I measured it with my eyes. I built my entire emotional existence around avoiding his sighs and his silence. Today, I have a new apartment

Trigger Warning: This story contains references to domestic abuse and coercive control. Nothing is aligned

Control is control. Isolation is a cage. Walking on eggshells fractures your soul long before your body breaks.