Blonde hair strands hang across her face
Wisps lie plastered to her wet forehead
Her arm hangs loosely over the edge of the bed.
A white, stained sheet clings to the lower half of her naked body.
I sit naked on the edge of the bed
Staring down at the backs of my hands
I rub a palm across my brow.
Rolling my neck slowly I catch a glimpse of you lying there.
I see all we used through the night, spread around the bed and floor.
I smile to the voice in my head as I remember the moaning, screaming, groaning.
The way the night started in argument, yelling, name calling
I rise slowly and pick the items up from around you.
The silk ties, handcuffs and toys
I breathe in the silence.
Now there is no anger, no hatred.
I lift the edge of the sheet and remove the knife.
Tossing it into the basin, I step into the shower……….