Vengence Is Mine

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

 

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