I wait for him to fall into a deep sleep with his snoring body lying next to me like a bear. I get up weightlessly and go to the kitchen for the sharpest knife. The weapon on my hand, as sharp as my will, gives me an out of body experience. I go back to our bedroom and with no hesitation I run the knife deep across his throat to silence him like he has silenced me for all these years.
Redness immediately follows. He opens his troubled eyes gasping for air, mouthing words that gurgle in iron tasting liquid. He grabs my left arm with his bloody and slippery hand to which I reply with a stab on his chest. I drive the knife through his heart so he can feel the heartache I've been feeling all these years. I stab him again, again and again and stand in a trance over his lifeless body. A woman with blood sprinkled on her face looks back at me on the mirror across the room. I don't recognize her. She looks powerful and victorious.
I numbly lit up the match from our front door and watch the flammable trail, consuming the house, burning everything along with the memories of the hellish home I live in. The man inside the house slowly turns into ashes. I hear my furniture become undone, I see shades of golden fire, I smell blood and gasoline, I taste freedom.
