Break Me
Break me into a thousand shards. I'll feel the pain
and make myself whole again, so once more you can
split me until my spirit has been torn to shreds
and I will call out your name; my blustery nemesis.
No longer will I avoid the misery you try to cause.
Burn me alive and I'll not scream for mercy, then
let me be forged into the crucible of deep agony...
into the most perfect instrument of my destiny.
If you dare throw me into the far reaches of despair,
do so and it is I who will accept what you impart
and return the darkness tenfold, nay...twenty!
Then it will be your soul crying out, "Break me!"
For my heart will eagerly jape at your affliction,
and grin as you struggle to free yourself from me.
Horrid, I may be called for this loathsome conduct.
Berate me and the rope of shame circles your neck.
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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