Bee
"Your blood is in my hands,
I see your body lying face down at my feet.
I wipe my cheek and remove my wedding band,
I throw it in the trash can, with the knife I used to slit your throat.
You left me alone when I was broken,
soaked in my own sorrow, my words were left unspoken.
You left me in misery,
while you enjoyed your life in luxury.
You used me like I was just a rag doll,
but you never expected me, did you? that I would be the reason behind your disastrous fall?
Killing you animated me,
perhaps, if I get the chance, I would kill you again, my sweet pea.
With you gone out of my life, I feel very much alive,
and like a bee, I journey the world and make my own hive.
For so long, you had imprisoned me,
but now, no one can touch me...I am set free."
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