Knightess of Regrets
I would have killed you that afternoon
if it wasn't for the shackles around my hands
blinding lightning in my face
every inch of skin shivered in shock
you caught me off guard
stabbed the helpless halt creature
hugged her corpse with hollow eyes
hysteric and cold
empty and full of rage
now I spend my nights alone
in a dungeon of my own making
from inherited metal and stones
found in the debris
of the home you wrecked—
your own home
gritted teeth
with nothing to soothe them
but my own wrist
one singular bite mark
getting deeper by the night
your blood clotting it silent
I swing the sword I fell heir to
still tasting its rust on my tongue
knowing the sharpness of its blade
its memories held on the back of my neck
equipped for an upcoming battle
repeating "I'd kill him, I'd kill him”