100 words of sorrow
She never realized that the war she fought inside of her mind was never her own. Lost in his words, she collected them like trophies. If he told her she was beautiful, all she saw was disgust. The sour flavor that tainted his tongue never allowed her to drink in the sweet lies he inflicted upon her skin. Each time they met, he stole another part of her soul until all he left was an empty shell to wither away to dust. If you listen closely when the wind blows hard, you can hear the painful howls of another lost love.