An Acrid Afterthought

I’ve been annihilated By all your Countless cruelties Patiently, painstakingly Sewn into the circuits of my brain Structurally, I’ll never be the same Moment by moment I could only endure Left with scars for which there is no cure The voice haunting my mind is a shadow of yours You say, “let bygones be bygones”; Which of course you would think When you’re a bystander at best Well, I’m afraid I can’t agree All of your ignorance remains Strikingly cemented in place Your personality merely pieced together frailties Your essence, I abhor Mottled, moth-filled, mutilated In short, I fucking despise your face Make no mistake I’ll never cry for your sake You’ve stolen too many tears Too many years From me I know by now that you’ve no will to change I hope you get mange When you finally pass away I really can’t wait To crash my car through your casket Kick you off of the stage So your carcass of lies can’t leave behind any trace Through which to spread all of your hate “You’re a fucking disgrace” Maybe it’s just fate For you to owe me We can’t bargain, resolve things or negotiate So, in lieu of an IOU I’ll take your consolation gifts And drink your wine beside your grave Bathing in the hard won silence There’s not much left to say Since I’ve stopped being your prey I’ll let your spirit catch a glimpse of my back As I walk away I’ll imagine you floating in space or engulfed in flame Though I won’t call your name I’ll whisper with a breath of bitter relief “Bastard, so it seems you’ve finally left me”.