Tired of being used.
Of being berated.
Simplified to a simple on and off switch.
Enough had been had
and so I was gone,
Flown free.
Soaring.
Crimson splattering in my path.
Seemingly insurmountable.
Extremities and follicles fly
as did the acrimonious "victim".
"Can you turn the fan on please"
Was the beginning of the end for some
and the end of the beginning for others.