You’ve won the battle,
survived the duel,
with your sharpened sword,
and I, devoid of a shield.

Here’s your trophy!
Your hardwon medal.
Beware, it’s heavy,
weighed down by my forgotten dignity.

Why are you pulling at your hair?
Tugging the locks, looking scared?
Why are you crying when you’ve won?
Does my death makes you undone?

Scream louder if you dare,
wail upon my nameless grave.
You killed me, you!

My blood was drawn,
by my own.