Free

The vase shatters across the wall into shards.

I sit in the corner wondering,

Wondering where it went wrong with us yet again.

My heart crumbles. He throws another.

Above us, a thud sounds.

Tears streak down my face,

A quiet knock freezes his movement.

Slowly I slip away; he turns away too.

He walks over, calling out,

The other person whispers their reply.

My ears strain to hear

And I make my way over

To the small couch facing the mirror.

My reflection, broken, torn.

Determination flows like tears from my

Eyes. Pale and torn,

I reach above.

The wall holds my prize. Forced

To defy my fear. I pull

It down, cradled

To my chest. Cold against skin,

The gun in my hand

ready to end

my pain, allow escape from here.

He turns back to me

Eyes wide with rage and lunges forward.

My heart skips a beat.

The gun fires, it falls.

Two loud thuds, one the gun

The other his bleeding living shell.

The door in sight, I run.

Opened to freedom’s light, I escape, free.

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