I can hear myself.
I think I’m a bit afraid.
“It must be wonderful”
she said, “being hurt that badly”.

She followed me home that night.
I wish she hadn’t stayed.
The pain she inflicted
on me, lasted ‘til morning.

The last I ever saw of her
was the red haze created
from my bleeding eyes.
She knew, kept her souvenir.

And to my knowledge
I have never hated
anyone like that ever.
God knows, why she wanted to kill me.