Free at lastI cried at first when the blade pierced the skin.
A million thoughts ran through my head but not a one was regret.
I cried when the thought of freedom popped in my head.
No more fights. No more being treated like your little lap dog.
When the blood started gushing forth, it bathed my skin...it was purifying like an unholy baptismal.
Your eyes rolled in the back of your head.
You clutched at the hole and tried to mutter out your last words.
I pushed you off my knife.
I stood over you laughing.
I licked your blood from my hands and watched you take your last breath.
I walked out of this hell a free woman.
You entered Satan's gates and became his bitch.