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
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