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Queens Who Slay
Here I am
Another black eye
Who knew silence would be this loud? You know, it is always a matter of " It will never happen to me"
Don't we all think that?
That certain things will never happen to us
Snort. Snort again, but I choke on my own blood mixed with blood
It is always the punch
And yet before, his touch was what I craved
And now a touch from him is what I dread
This is it
I have to get out.
He is the perfect knight. My knight. The story was perfect and yet the cracks were there
RIGHT THERE, and yet I , we, choose to ignore what's right there.
As I breathe heavily and yet silently on the bathroom floor
I wait for him to pass out from the alcohol
The same alcohol that he blames for his actions if it's not me who is to blame
And I make my move
I run out through the back door. No suitcase. Just my wallet and my fear building up
I run without looking back
That was a moment I realised this Queen was free
And that was "slaying" to me. Whatever comes after this
Does it matter? So long I have my freedom