The empty house, the silence complaining, and flying from corner to corner a light whisper flutters, it is he, perhaps, he has not checked. He prefers to pour himself a glass of whiskey and get away from life. It is an endless loneliness that follows him, it does not end. I look at it, long and hard. It is interesting to see him lying in the narrowness, but he is no longer a fake. Here he shows himself without adjusting the world in his favor, without lying.But he doesn't know that I'm watching him, that's why he doesn't run away, but rather remains there, gone, absorbed in a fixed point in the room.Suddenly his annihilating presence comes to mind, controlling and majestic but at the same time he is a prisoner of tension. His shoulders are straight, he seems confident with his chest puffed out, demonstrating dominance, however this boils down to rigidity, it is fallacious. His expression is hard, his shoulders are rigid, perhaps a clue is peeking out from his neck, no matter the sup

Mr. Ego"You never know when you are in eminent danger, until you meet a gaze so empty that not the slightest emotion emerges, except ego in those blues that ache for adoration."...Lying in a fetal shape, her gaze lost in one spot, listless, without the desire to live, she barely observes me but there is no shine in her orbs. I don't know if it can revive one day, it makes me sick to see her like this. On the other hand, I feel relieved to know she is alive, once it happened that I left her alone for a few minutes, I went to the market for some things, when I returned I found her in bed almost without a pulse, and I had to call an ambulance. Turns out it was an overdose, that was a few months ago, now I keep an eye on her more. I'm not going to lie, dread swells in me every time I have to leave her alone. Having it happen again may mean that you don't come out unscathed like the first time. I don't want him to do the same thing again. I don't trust her at all, not in that unstable s

The Power of His Look"Courage slips between my fingers, eagerness goes in the slip, I have fallen like a taffeta lands at the feet, and a puddle of perdition drowns, the content is in it."...I had to scrub the kitchen floor, once I finished I started in the dining room, unlike what I think, it is not a dirty job, because it was already shiny, but in the eyes of my strange boss, that is not the case. I have to leave everything perfect, I have the mop in my right hand and I rub it on the floor. A light strand of my hair has slipped out of my hairstyle and now crosses my forehead and is part of my field of vision. I can't fix it, I'm tired, and it's not noon yet. My hands hurt, I'm sweaty and thirsty. But I want to finish this before I go get that glass of water that I need so badly.Water... the word reminds me that it is missing at home and so is electricity. How will mom be? A light bulb goes on over my head, I'll call Mila when she's free. Maybe he knows something. I continue work

What the hell is going on with my boss?I arrive home when night has already fallen. I ring the bell at the entrance, I must not have forgotten the keys in my room. Now I have to wait for mom. To my surprise it's not her face I see when the door gives way, it's Mila.She squeals when her sees me and gives me his effusive hug that infects me with joy. She's probably here to talk to Mom, which I find exciting. It is good for my mother to socialize, to return to what she used to, before all the hell.“Oh, beautiful, I'm happy for you. How did it go?”“I imagine that mom has already informed you of everything. And yes, it has been a hard day, but I already signed the contract, the salary is more than I expected. I will be able to pay several debts, to you” I inform.“What you owe me, don't worry, I don't want you to give me a single cent back. The important thing is that you have the basics at home, also electricity and water. Therefore, I have already paid for the service, and bought som

“Nothing”“Can I leave?” I question, urgently.“No, you know you don't, you work for me, and you will leave when I decide”“OK” I let out my breath, there is anger in my system, contained fury that I don't release because it won't be good for me."You can sit on the floor, I'll finish" he says and it couldn't be more humiliating.I'm not going to lie down on my buttocks and wait for the young man to finish eating.“No, I'm fine like this” He doesn't say anything else.Another moment passes and he finishes eating. He wake up. He looks more imposing, more powerful and has double dominion over me. He is really muscular, strong and handsome. My breath stops, my lips stay straight, forced to pretend it doesn't affect me. I don't know myself, this part of me freezes, it's being covered by the ice it generates, it's cold, my boss rarely supplies the highest and lowest at the same time. A fire blazing inside my being, a burning winter makes it worse.“Um... avoid going back to that kind of be