Tangled

I sat there with a stare of a night owl.

I sat there on the cold and hard steel chair.

I look at my fragile hands covered with bruises.

People are crazy when they’re hurt. That person was me.

I was crazy like a bat with no ears.

Images of hair passed through my memory.

I was gripping her hair with such force.

I could hear her black luscious hair being ripped right off her scalp. “SCCCRRrrrRRRR”

It was a rhythm is swayed back and forth to.

It made me happy to see her undergo the pain I felt.

He left. He left me for her; tall, skinny, black haired woman.

I hated her so much. I hated him.

I hated the thought of their bodies intertwined.

I looked up to see their lifeless bodies tangled.

“This is the only exception I will make.”