This story, like most of what I write, is about awarness and humility and humanness. It took me by suprise, but I accept the outcome.

S.H.E
(Some Hell on Earth)
by M.James Cooper

...The ballast would no longer hold: The thing that carried a past so heavy, she dare not speak its name. Was she a girl, or a woman already? A happening. A somebody came and left a mark behind. Like all transgressions, it get covered up with new things and passing days. Still smell like rot to me. Burning like fire but not cleansing the evil that is there. Whatever do this thing to her leave back something permanent, like a parasite in your brain, like whip lashed skin, scared and marked for good. Memory. Heartbreak. Her past must be a scorching heat, tackling sulfured earth, bringing fire. They watched it spread and consume but did nothing. Everybody saw it burn and turned their backs on the situation, the wind picked up this new self and the smell that only she could smell long after he stopped touching her, and pelted the proof here for us to witness. Smell it? Smell like sin and decay to me...