She wakes up suddenly. She places her cold feet in the
cold floor of their cold loved place. Unusually comfy.
What is she doing?
A voice said in her head, but she goes without
thinking ahead to the kitchen to grab a knife.
She is ready to take his life.
Was there really a strife?
The voice asked preoccupied, but she is occupied in
dealing with him. She walks slowly towards him brandishing a blade. She’s
thinking everything that could do with his fate, then she buries the knife in
his chest.
That’s when he wakes up impaled.
That’s when she’s proud of herself.
That’s when she tries to grab the knife to do it all
again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Is she even okay?
I think you know that mate.
The voice grows stronger the more pain is in his
chest.
This for her she screams.
For our little baby she screams.
Her image grows darker the more she thinks.
What are you saying? He screams.
You’re fucking crazy he screams.
And then he starts choking in his blood until he no
longer speaks.
She stands next to the body while she pulls her blade
to her mouth.
She tastes the mix of tears and blood.
Mmm salt and iron just how she remembers.
She’s thinking about doing the same with herself when
she hears footsteps.
A little boy asks concerned.
Mom?
She grins from ear to ear.
Come here son.
