Men Beware

I wonder if I’m bad Or if I’m surrounded by my dark intent like some distant thunder cloud as I hone these black arrows with my sharp and limber mouth My eyes dig like a syringe to draw out ammunition sensitive secrets Big Red Buttons A simple strategy To break men down And make them see How damaged They’ve made me I empty them At the sight of my Chest The sight of my tears The wound in my breast And once I am done I will rip them apart With what I know Is the sight of their own exposed heart I wonder if that makes me bad