Men Beware

Written by: Allison Ballard

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