I’ve heard the tales of woe
The pain and sorrow
Your untamed destruction
All the lives you took


I’ve seen the bloodied field of your victims
The lost eyes of survivors
Wishing they died on that field
I was there too


I still smell the metallic mixture
Of blood and alcohol
Slashed wrists of people
Who couldn’t take it anymore


But I lived to tell the story
Of love’s tyranny
Love is war
But I survived


pregnancy testI stared blankly at the sheet of paper not knowing how to begin. It had to be now, Francis would be back soon and If I see him I might change my mind. I looked at his picture on the bedside table once more and with a deep sigh, I started writing, swallowing each pill as I did so. By the time I’m through the pill box would be almost empty. I looked at the pregnancy test home kit I just abused with my urine, I haven’t bothered checking because I know the outcome, always negative.

Dear Francis,
I love you so much and that is why I have to do this because I know that as long as I’m around you’ll never have the courage to move on with your life. But before I go, I have to tell you this, you’ve been the best husband any woman can ever ask for. But all I did was waste twenty years of your life. I know Mama, at some point, would have advised you to get another wife but you stayed and I appreciate that. But I’m sorry I haven’t been completely honest with you. Years ago, while we were still dating and I was in my 200 level in school. I got pregnant with our child but didn’t tell you. I knew it would be the death of my mother, being a social butterfly with the perfect daughter.So I acted on my friends’ advice and got rid of the baby. I regret that decision every day and ever since then I’ve been haunted by it and at 43 I’m only a ghost of who I once was, a shrivelled pumpkin and I deserve it. But now I’ll leave you and you can be free to start your life over, it’s not too late for you, you’re a man. But I, on the other hand, I’m condemned to live like a snake who slithered across a rock with no marks to show for it. No, I can’t take it anymore.
And so this is farewell my dear lover, I hope you’ll forgive me because I couldn’t forgive myself. This is the only way.
Love you always,

(Late Sandra).

I looked at my work with admiration, impressive and dramatic.I know Francis would smile if the circumstances were different. I started feeling the pangs in my stomach. The pills were doing their job, I thought as I looked at the empty box which once held over a hundred pills.
The next one hit me like a blow to the gut, I reeled and fell off the chair onto the rug. So now I’m really going to die. I silently prayed to God to forgive me while the darkness slowly engulfed me. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the pregnancy kit again, I didn’t check the result earlier but now I could see it. It was a little red plus sign, oh God what have I done? And then everything turned black…