His Blood

There is blood.
Blood.
On his hands.
And
He will pay.
But
The blood is
Not
My blood. If
It
Were, he might
Get
Away with it.
No,
It is hers.
Her,
My dear sister.
Her,
Who I love.
Soon.
Not quite yet.
But
Soon, the blood
Will
Not be on
His
Hands. It will
Be
On mine. And
It
Will not be
Hers.
It will be
His.
He hurt her
So
I will break
Him.