My Victory

Voice soft and eerie like the breeze sweeping across the ocean surface gently with gleaming pride. He stand there ready to take his prize. The prize he doesnt deserve the sweat, Tears, screams and blood I put into raising myself from the dark eerie depths of hell to step on this stage was not his to take.

Anger churns down in the depths of my spuk fighting to stay as calm as he.

Why does he feel the urge to own me and crush me in every waking moment. For I nor my accomplishments are his victory.

Today I stand tall and awake of my own success and shall show him the truth that lays beneath his very own skin. Hands cold and hard like the sea glass that washes ashore. The endless pits of blue that fills his eyes are of the coldess springs and the Florida keys.

His tongue like a viper when he speaks his own called truth. Today he does not win instead he will wallow in his own pity and despair. For today is the day I walk away from his black ruthless soul.