The Revenge - Sayyadina

She likes the weight of the hammer in her hand

His light breaths in bed

The sheet raised, lowered, lowered, raised

His head — a shadow against the wall

She picks up the hammer, looks down at his face

A meaningless face, an insignificant face

Raises the hammer, lets it fall

Down to his head

Do it while you still can

Once to break

Once to not loose pace

Once just to make sure…