Nicole Johnson

The world continued to spin as I absorbed this.

My mind made up and I couldn’t undo it.

Feet forcibly moved toward the exit as gravity set forth.

You say you love her, but I don’t understand it.

You wanted her to be submissive—

To be some fragile flower that required no water.

She wanted you to stand up for her—

To be the man that would breathe fire not  a rodent that blundered unused power.

She looked at you and couldn’t phantom life without you—yet couldn’t see the beauty that once stood before her and she loathed you for it.

Her anger grew stronger as the spoon began to stir.

I gazed upon the glass and watched them surrender.

One flick of her hair and she was gone as he whispered, “I love her.”