Delicate butterfly wings of glass
flirt dangerously with
your taut skin
leaving glittering ruby trails
in their wake.
Tiny beads of red
flutter down your chest
to disappear into the black satin
beneath your naked body.
I remember I once thought
you so big and beautiful:
a golden Adonis to my plain Jane.
But you used your adored strength
against me in a most horrid way,
marring my skin with your iron fists
and destroying my spirit with your icy attacks.
The chains holding you my prisoner
squeak in rusty protest
as you thrash about for freedom
you will never receive
and join your harsh screams of outrage.
Your brutal words are hurting me
and I decide that they must stop.
I walk to the shattered mirror
littering the floor and select
a large, sparkling piece.  
Without the slightest hesitation
I drive it through your throat
and into your vocal cords.
Blessed silence at last.
A geyser of scarlet
gushes from the hole.
Sooo pretty!
I pull out the shard
and toss it back to the floor.
You aren’t to die yet.
So I wrap a satin pillowcase
tightly around your neck.
No more bleeding!
I want you to feel what I feel;
But, alas, I am too small.
I straddle your thighs
and watch your baby blues bulge
as I raise the wooden bat.
Wham! I listen to
the satisfying crack of your ribs
when I make contact.
It’s a sound I’m very familiar with,
thanks to you.
How does it feel to be so helpless
As you feel you life slowly drain away?
Soon you will be the nothing you made me think I was.
Each bone I break
empowers me further
and now, I don’t need a weapon;
my fists are enough.
I stop only when I can’t continue.
Spent, I climb off your broken form
and spit into a face no one would recognize as yours.
I leave the room
stepping gingerly over the confetti of glass
scattered across the floor.
“Serves him right”
I say without guilt
to my freed reflection.