she grew to be vengeful. she was cruel.
she started small, savouring her little victories.
she spat into his drinks, washed his clothes with sewer water and cooked him rotting meat.
she mutated herself into his worst nightmare. she took his malevolence graciously.
she knew what she had turned into.
but she couldn't care less;
for he was the reason.
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What He Was (✓)
Poetryhe was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04...
