Destruction

All you did

was tear down

rip apart

make others feel so little

while you

boasted

bragged

pretended to be so much more

if only so you could feel for a little.

You destroyed lives

one

two

three

had hoped to be spared

the demon’s seed.

How could you fuck me up like this?

How could you have looked upon

so small a child

and thought this was ok to do?

It is the other shoe dropping

that one last burn from the grave

one last time you think you’re going to win

but you won’t

because I have driven in the knife

I have sheared that fear

I have lanced that rage

neither help me

and I am so very much stronger

then as a child

when you ripped my world asunder

turning me from bright eyed brownie

to sullen teen.

If you were still alive

spitted you would be

over roasting fire

hell’s flames roaring

pitchforks pricking

I would make you bleed

in a thousand different ways

though not a one

will ever make up

what you have done to me.

©Sept. 17/22