Some people ask me.

_“What does victory taste like?”_

Only I could possibly know.

It tastes like your enemy’s salty tears.

Like revenge.

Like they finally understand how terrible she is.

How she takes advantage of you.

How privileged she is.

How she acts when no one’s looking.

How she was just crushed by the weight of your sadness.

Like she finally understands how terrible being you is.

How terrible she was to me.

How defeated she is now.

How they'll all see her true colors.

Finally.

After years of torture.

Finally.

After all the pain you've suffered.

The panic attacks.

The bruises.

The scratches.

The emotional scars.

The way she made you feel.

Invaluable.

Unimportant.

Useless.

Like the burden has been lifted from your shoulders.

Like you no longer have to bear the pain alone.

Like you've found your someone.

Like the world has melted away.

Like you can finally arise.

From the fire,

The ashes,

The dust,

You finally arise…

As you.