Crime Scene written by: Maggie Watson   Fuse lit hiss and spit. A direct hit of venom lands. Mortally wounded words make bruises on my mind. I buckle I break. There is no escape from this battle. He aims to belittle. I am now the vessel that must carry his fetid breath. He senses my weakness. The stench of death rises it comes from me. I do not plead for release. Instead, I lie there and bleed while he walks … Continue reading Crime Scene