The blinding rage filled her skull as she drove home
Confused; not understanding where the feeling was coming from
What are these feelings? she wonders
In her mind’s eye, she sees tragedy come upon her child
She blames him for this tragedy! She has lost her child to death
She blames him for he is a malicious man
His anger towards her absence is clouding his judgment,
as he lashes out at her o’er and o’er, without provocation
A Narcissist! A psychopath! A sociopath! Yes, he embodies all.
She imagines him standing at the podium, watching her child in the coffin
Walking towards him, eyes red with anger and rage that has driven her mad
She handles the heavy wooden chair, drags it beside her as she strolls by family mourners
Before anyone realizes what is about to unfold in their midst
She swings the wooden chair with all the might in her
Landing in his head with intent to do permanent damage, whatever that looks like
The chair collides with his face, she hears his neck crunch
as he collapses to the floor where he stands
She begins to scream upon him, “you caused this”; “look at what you’ve done to my child;”
She kicks and punches his lifeless body on the ground,
as family and friends stare on, stunned in amazement
Without any attempts to stop her, for they know the hell she’s been subjected to
This is her closure; her revenge; her last, stanza.
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