My Room

She returned in a dream. Taunting. Confident. Rage prevalent. Sharp.

Wounds were raw. Festering. Unable to heal.

I cowered in defeat. Accepted my place. Again.

Departure. Quite late when she left.

Room seemed different.

Mind plays games.

The silence numbing. Madness.

So tired. Dreams were cruel. But still mine.

In my room.