A Perfect Retribution.
Updated on January 23, 2010
Retribution.
Peel away
the band-aid,
expose the wound,
know the measure
of your pain.
Watch the scab tear,
acknowledge
the inflicter
as someone
who will not
help the
healing process,
but only fictionalize
the love
that caused
the bleeding,
their frictional
lies rubbing
that raw breech
in your soul.
Let them
see your pain,
and the scar
they've left,
Slash their ego, then
bandage it
without regret,
laced with bitter,
so that it
festers for many
long years,
oozing the poison
of joy severed,
into all their
future perfections,
marring what
could have been
purest bliss and
unblemished dreams.
Leave a sore spot
on their memories,
to carry like an ulcer
their lust infected.
Then you will know
some tiny shred
of peace.
©-MFB III