I have dreamt of you:
That I clawed at your face,
Whilst you begged for mercy.
I delighted in it,
The thought that I could hurt you,
Just as you hurt me.
I licked my lips,
The vengeance I would have gotten
Seemed so tasty.
I shook my head,
The resentful woman in the mirror
Wasn’t who I wanted to be.
I walked away,
Knowing that my distance from you
Was timely: I became free.
Written by
©Ivie M. Eke 2017.
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