the first page February 14, 2015
i wanted to open this beautiful book
with kind words to match the fine paper,
with a prayer or a blessing
something sweet from a beloved honey-bee
but i cannot do so honestly.
God knows the truth in my heart.
i am venom and sting tonight.
you want to know how hard you can squish
before i sting – will you kill me first?–
fool, you do not know i will die
if i try to harm you
and if i do you will never be free
those barbs will hook your flesh forever
my venom shall never leave your veins.
you use big words, compassion and empathy,
you write them, speak them, but they are empty.
in your heart you refuse to hear them
and worse, leave a trail of broken wings behind
your running back without a care.
i cannot find a prayer for you
but only for your victims, Her pain i feel
suffering and tormented by your hands
your words, your feet.