Vengeance of the Scorned

Vengeance of the Scorned by Jason Williams Adrenaline is pumping, the clock is ticking. To risk everything for a fleeting pleasure; The logic escapes me. It doesn’t make sense. Then again, he was always impulsive. But this is no indulgence. This is a lesson, albeit a harsh one. A ruthless edification, from the dark of a scorned heart. The rapid thumping of footsteps on stairs, my cue. I quicken my pace and release a great cry. The door opens. I freeze. I watch. I wait. And then I see it upon his face. He feels it in his gut, the great sickness of betrayal. Unbeknownst to him, I felt it a week before. And so I look him in the eye and utter five words, “Yes, THAT’S how it feels!”. I play this scenario over and over in my head, Searching for a satisfaction that never comes. It’s just not who I am, I am NOT him. And so I pack my bags instead, and say goodbye.