Your writing is always an inspiration, Miss Rox. But in this story you have created not just an exciting and brutal fight scene full of delicious imagery and agonizing physical torment and palpable rage, but you have created something that transcends titillation and becomes true art.
I can feel your pain, and not just when you are struck with (well-earned, in this case) blows. I think all of us know what it is to be alone, and you express that longing, that desperation of being Outside, better than anyone I know. And you touch on something very important. When we are in pain and alone and bitter, we lose our trust. Friendly gestures burn when we become so isolated in ourselves. We become used to breathing our own air, and as we isolate ourselves from the world, so the world becomes toxic to us. In being alone and in pain, we become like creatures on the ocean's floor, sustained by darkness, cold and pressure, so a touch of light or air destroys us.
I am glad you have drawn up from the depths. And you have brought such art with you. ^_^
