THE KILLER IN ME

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I snuffed life out of her without much ado.
I killed her.

*****

I am returning from the salon, my hair neatly done, my steps coyly slow, my smile sweetly curved. I walk on merrily.

I am at a corner leading to my house. I didn’t see her. She was there.

My phone in hand. Hate far from me, but it happened.

*****

My phone rings, I pick up. It was don calling to tease me over my new baby. I smile.

I keep walking, she comes along; I didn’t see her. I swear.

With a giant leap of joy and the tender step of mine I make the bend and just then, I hear her weak mourn.
I lose my breath. I hold my chest preventing it from jumping out of me.

*****

I am haunted. Haunted by memories of her. She looks at me with the last gaze of strength in her. I think I hear say curse words to me but again I pray she didn’t.

*****

I killed her.
I snuffed the life out of her, oh poor lizard.

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Maureen Alikor

I am Maureen Alikor, a creative thinker, a writer, an advocate for love and purposeful living. I believe the pen has a role to play in promoting social change; an activist lending my voice and my experiences towards putting an end to rape and sexual abuse in the world. What are you living for?

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