Loop

“I hate you”, she screamed, smashed records encircling her feet like bejeweled beetles.

Her mother watched her, light brown eyes flashing into light brown eyes, hatred echoing love.

Her mirrored skirt caught the light as she stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Her mother heard the door bang, felt the windows tremble and watched her daughter depart with hatred in her eyes.

She sat down on the wooden table, put her head in her hands, and wept.

If only…

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“I hate you”, she screamed, CD’s flung into the pretty disarray of clothes and make up and jewelry.

Her mother watched her, light brown eyes flashing into light brown eyes, hatred echoing love.

Her computer blinked. Her ripped jeans deflected light as she stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Her mother heard the door bang, felt the windows tremble and watched her daughter depart with hatred in her eyes.

She sat down on the glass table, put her head in her hands, and wept.

If only…


"I hope you have a daughter just like you".

It's a curse.