There are times I dream of him,
and what he did to me.
In the mornings, when I wake,
I imagine leading him barefoot
through a maze of coals
across a quick highway,
famed for gang-related violence
and other natural disasters.
I might be burned.
I might be caught, but
it would be worth it,
to see his face
when he knew he was undone,
and it was all due to me.