Vengence Is Mine
If silence wasn’t the better move now,
I’d smash this deadbolt off my tongue
and drown you in a flood of venom,
a lightning storm of hate-slash-love,
address you as your royal hind-end,
pronounce your wanderlust as scum,
declare to you my own dark hunger
to twist a screw into your thumb,
while on both knees, you begged me
for one last chance to prove me wrong —
at which point I’d feign forgiveness,
as if you knew not what you’d done.
©James L. Ralston