Darkly I grasped the knife
With your life at my discretion.
The result of some altercation
In which you made hateful love.
And I found the blankets and sheets
Covered with every vestige
I screamed as I rent them,
And thrust them out the window.
Along with your things, yes.
Every precious touch of you
Now tainted with her.
And so we read papers
Marked with settlements.
Our lives partitioned by a man in suit.
But still I smell her scent.
And sense every thrust and tangle
Of foreign limbs interlaced
In the bed we made sacred.
Earthly pleasures unbound from the vows we recited
Roses scenting your collar
Blankets creased in foreplay, like crumpled pages
Of cursed books.
In my mind I saw you there without me
Attended by your lover
And in the coldest revenge I sought the same blade
That carved you dinner
Every night after work.
While your tire, unawares
Came from places unknown.
And loveless embraces
You gave me in “her” absence
Were like a second shift of toils.
The bed once soiled now glows
With the sweat of blood.
A crimson sea of you
Sprawled lifeless on the sheets
Like liquid roses.
The lasting wounds I gave you
To remember in hell.
Your eternity of me rewritten
In a purgatorial romance.
A fable of frenzy.
And even to the fires
Would I follow just to find and remind you
Of the crime of your consummation.
And “her” form just as lifeless, detached
To the sister that you fancied
I spared no indignation.
Imagined that tender fleece of hair
You cherished so fondly
And ripping it strand by strand.
And the spermless steel of your .45
Discharged all over
The places where your hands were.
And a soundless shriek
As the shot reported
As loud as the rage that bristled inside
Like a pressure cooker, rising slowly
Sugared sweetly by the vice of indignation.
And tempered stone cold
With eclectic rage
Once for you, twice for her
A vitriol un-bottled
And kindled to the chaos
With vengeance just as black
As the heart you left me.
That broils at the thought of repeating
Every detail of my retribution
Just to show that hell hath no fury
Like the one you scorned.