Revenge 

Julia Clover

You hold me in your scalding hands

I get warmer by the day, like a boiling pot

I’ve finally gotten too hot for you to hold.

You drop me on the ground, 

Letting me fall from the 3rd story window of your love.

Mangled and tangled I lay,

A mess of blood and broken bones.

Stitching myself back together, 

Making myself good as new. 

Though all my limbs are back in place, 

The scars on my body are eternal.

You scoop me back up in your palms

With the same care and tenderness that tricked me a hundred times before.

This time I won't curl up and settle in.

Your presence is no longer my safe place,

Your house is no longer my home.

You slowly clasp your hands together,

Trying to trap me, trying to feel the power that you so crave.

I’ll face you finally, 

The strongest weapon I’d wield 

Would be the rage of my broken heart.

I’ll use my words to shrink you down,

Just as you did to me so many times before.

Maybe I’ll shove you in my pocket,

Leave you waiting in the dark for hours,

Wishing for even just a crumb of me.

You’ll hold on to me for dear life 

As I do everything in my power to make you feel useless.

Small, insignificant, unwanted, annoying, stupid.

I’ll push you to the ground, 

picking you up only when you have something I want.

I’ll make you feel what I felt.

And I doubt you’ll come out as strong as I did.