Should she stay or should she go. 
Because she doesn’t know how to be. 

In that moment when you don’t give her a choice. 

When she fears your body, your hands, your palms. 

She doesn’t know how to be. 
And she sees her little boy watching. 

Eyes wide. 

He knows. 

He knows. 

One day, he’ll look at you with the same eyes. 

Wide eyes. 

And return to you the same words you said to her. 

And it will be the saddest revenge.