Dark Kiss

What have I done? This isn’t me!

I couldn’t be in this house anymore; I needed to be free.

He made me do this, he clouded my mind.

It was almost as if to everything else, I was blind.

You could have left in the night, just ran away.

No! What he did was wrong, he needed to pay.

You could’ve gone to the police and told them the situation.

Ya right! Then watch everything fall apart in litigation.

My voice had no meaning, he made that clear.

Anything I had to say would fall on a deaf ear.

I sat silent all this time, had no voice, I was always wrong.

Now he has no more say, I can finally find somewhere I belong.

I always felt like I couldn’t move; I was frozen in fear.

But when I did it I was almost overcome with cheer.

I lurked in the room waiting for him to slumber,

Realizing the times he hurt me, I could put no number.

He thought I was out at work but I had different plans,

Tonight was the night I would finally put a stop to his hands.

I waited til I heard him snore before I made my move,

Tonight was the night that I had something to prove.

The knife slide across his neck far easier than expected.

His eyes shot open and the look on his face, you could tell he never suspected.

Fear, shock, pain, betrayal, and hate.

They all flickered in his eyes as his blood began to migrate.

It covered his neck, his torso, and the bed where he lay.

He tried to catch his breath as the blood filled his airway.

His hands struggled for his neck in an attempt to stop the bleed.

But there was no point, his life was mine, he might as well concede.

There I stood staring and watching not giving a care.

My eyes fixed upon his now lifeless body in a hateful glare.

All the hurt, the wrong, the pain that I endured.

With one simple cut it all seemed to be cured.

Then the reality of what I did hit.

If I am caught there is no way a jury would ever acquit.

My heart is racing; my breath is fast.

I shouldn’t have done this; on the run, I will never last.

I should have thought this through, let it pass, gave it time.

Oh yes, and let him continue on with his crime?

No, no, it had to be done I couldn’t just leave.

He went on for too long, his life deserved no more reprieve.

If I just left, he would’ve found another life to make his.

Another woman would just accept this is the way it is.

But no! No more bruises, bloody lips, or hiding marks.

No more hiding in fear when I should be feeling sparks.

No one deserves to live the way he dictated.

No one deserves to have their mind, soul, and body violated.

I’d rather live on the run than have another woman subjected to this.

His time was up, he deserved death’s cold dark kiss.