My husband was a cruel
man. He never laid a
finger on me,
but there was no love in
his eyes no matter what
he said. I knew.

Years went by quietly.
He wore me down, and my
spirit smothered
until the face in my
mirror looked at me with
the same contempt.

I withered and died. But
I am content, because
now it haunts him,
that awful face. He knows
what he did to me. That
is my revenge.