I am not the type
Who wants to forget pain.
I want to smear it
On my cheeks
And stir it into my tea.
Make it into a poultice
Bitter and spicy and sweet
like pepper jelly.
I want to absorb it
into the organs inside my soft, round belly.
It makes me something strange and more dangerous.
The fear of a coward who spits in the face of devotion
And tramples the tenderness of vulnerability
Is a spice that burns my tongue in a most delicious way.
I relish it
In a way you could never imagine.
I am a divine monster.
There is magic in the salt of my tears
That would burn your flesh
As it waters my devoted garden of impish plants
and polishes my iridescent scales.
I am majestic and merciful
But my Creator is jealous and vengeful.
Beware Her judgement.
The cosmos will satiate their wrath
And I will toast with the stars as we laugh
Because we know your spirit is so worldly
That you most likely won’t realize
When you karmically combust in a most spectacular way.
On the day you see me again
I know you will only recognize my earthly form
The shape you lusted for so greedily but never truly loved.
Your ignorant arrogance has blinded you
And by then I will have manifested
Into something foreign and rare.
I will be a creature who snacks on lies
And savors the shallow flatteries of simple men like tender morsels.
You will continue to drudge through your days.
Blissfully unaware in your plain-minded way
That I was the One you never should have had, and you were still dumb enough to let get away.
I love this poem! If revenge is a dish best served cold, then so is comeuppance.
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