Revenge
I still taste the salt from my tears.
What a sweet sour taste.
I sit on the edge of our bed,
Staring blandly at the wall.
Devastation consumes me like a parasite.
Leaving nothing left if me.
Leaving no trace of who I once was.
Life seems a lot darker now.
I scare myself,
With the possibility of my thoughts.
I could kill you a hundred ways,
And cover up the evidence.
Scorned,
A womanÃs fury comes straight from hell.
You should hope for the best,
But expect the worst.
I hope she was worth it.
Sherita Bolden
As you can assume, my topic was about my husband cheating on me. So I tried to explore this with confessing my thoughts of getting revenge.
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