The tears she cried,
All the sleepless nights
Feeling so stupid for believing his lies
Had her feeling that everything he did was right
Remembering the night he took her pride
The hurt, guilt and shame
This very secret she hide
Knowing that she would always feel the pain

With passion ,she put on her garment
She felt the scars on her back
Then briskly walk towards his tent
The sharpest knife she had took from the rack
Sleeping so peacefully not knowing it was the end
As she stab him, through and through the knife went
The next very morning... he was found dead



© Halcyon Narine