there was a man outside my apartment
watching, waiting, I watched him. He was not familiar.
The light at the end of my block, the streetlight, turned red
a car was stopped. I could see a woman, in the back a little girl.
The man walked up to the car, broke the window. The flash of dark metal, a gun.
I grabbed Maurice's knives
ran for the man.
He saw me fired
grazed my arm but I did not stop
The woman fled with her daughter
frightened but I hope, also thankful.
I left him where he lay, cleaned my knife.
No one talks in this neighboorhood
and what beat officer believes a frail woman capable?
they never knew, never expected. Maurice for all his faults taught me one thing
lies and vaudville.
I should feel bad but the pain has leveled me, in a way self-infliction could not.
I'm steady, I'm in control.
For the first time in a long time.
Rachael is done being a plaything, a toy.
Perhaps it is time to stirke back.
Perhaps it is time to make a difference.
Perhaps it is time
to take control.