In defence

Accustomed to the asperity of his hands,

She let herself rest on him without wincing.

Enveloped by revenge, she wished he would go away.

The mark of his fingers on her neck, sent a rush of blood to her spinning head.

Sound of water dripping from the rusted metal, in the silence of the enclosed space,

Synced with the rhythm of her thumping heart.

Scary images carved on her brain flashed through like lightning.

Gently opening her rage filled eyes, gaze fixed on the tan wall,

She reached for the hardware, letting it all out,

He lays wondering, defenceless, lifeless.

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