Celia

Celia hesitated,
the silver steel glistening in her hand.
The delicate birdbath beside her
was a stark contrast
to the crow gracing the twisted branch above.
Ian slept upon the garden hammock,
his manipulating eyes temporarily hidden.

Anger bubbled from deep inside her,
memories of betrayal and alienation
rampant in her mind.

Metal perforated flesh,
bringing about a crimson flow.
His piercing scream
brought her satisfaction.

She fell victoriously
to her knees.