Just another crazy ex

The door handle rattles. It’s been rattling for three hours. Nonstop.

Through the door: “Maya, let me in.” I won’t.

Yesterday, I called the police. “Hasn’t he been here before? He’s your boyfriend.” Useless.

If he enters, I will kill him. The hammer waits under my pillow. He doesn’t enter.

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