7 Year Itch
I felt the adrenaline in my veins.
I've seen the rage in my eyes.
I've smelled the fear in your lies.
You stood like a coward
defeated by the demons you empowered.
You may have chose our path,
but I embodied my wrath
with clinched fists and a firm voice
"I hope you rot in hell" was my choice
I smiled with dignity,
set fire to the mystery,
as I drink from my glass of victory.
Redemption with Authenticity.
Copyright © Kristin Cook | Year Posted 2018
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