The Victim (2006)

Lips quivered, as a weathered visage bearing the quality of sandpaper crumpled up into a ball of wretched self-pity. Doleful almond eyes beamed accusations at the offender as her larynx scratched to life.

“Why didn’t you…

“You’re supposed to…

“Didn’t you listen to a word of what I said?”

An album of songs dedicated solely to the accused. What then, if her melodies were to go unheard? Would she rewind and repeat? Or, in an incredible show of forgiveness and goodwill, press the stop button and end with a sigh?

“Show the sinner some kindness,” a voice whispered in the dank recesses of her mind.

“Show him you’re better than that. Show him you’re better than he is. Reveal to him the never-ending reaches of your love and compassion, so that he may grovel in shame and guilt like he deserves to. He will realise how he has wronged you, and he will come running back to you with his tail between his legs; the way he always has.

“Show him… love him… kill him. The bastard.

“Kill him with your love.”