Warm tears slid down her
scratched and tender skin
She stood there and let
the cleansing take place.
This was no ordinary shower,
she was getting rid of him.
The stench of death came
out of her pores.
No longer would she
carry him.
The victim won and
the tormentor lost.
She felt no pity,
no regret.
Just powerful and,
alive in her
heart.
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