Free.

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.