And now that I think of it,
The deed was not so hard done.
Given the conditions,
Given how perfectly it was laid out.
He hurt you, but he cannot hurt anyone else now.
He cannot ruin another young child's life and he can never reach down the pants of anyone again.
Call me mad, call me crazy, but I have done what no one was prepared to do.
I listened to her and I became livid.
What he had done, what he had said.
His actions and what he told her to say,
How he told her to 'keep quiet',
'It's a game.'
Now tell me old man,
Are you laughing as I watch above you,
scarlet streams travelling down your neck and soaking the mattress beneath you?
Do you think it's a game,
Awakening to a knife at your person,
millimeters away from taking whatever air you have left in you?
Now you can laugh no more,
You cannot hurt anyone again.
While the blood oozes in the sheets and you lay there dull,
Shadows cast themselves across your face
And I find myself also wishing that you are ******.
And now, I must clean up. Or better yet,
I will stay here. I will sit here until someone comes to check on you.
And then they will see the scene and I will not need to confess,
I will not plead not guilty.
The deed was done by me and I am not afraid for whatever comes next.
I am not afraid of the consequences,
They can do whatever they must.
I will tell them of what you've done.
I will tell them why I did what I did,
And I will not apologize for taking what was left of the miserable life you had.