Revenge Is Such Sweet Poison

Prose Poetry

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in truth, i wonder if after all this time you just wanted revenge.

i look at the words and know they feel real. they feel human. more than anything else on this sorry plane.

i know the ways of humanity. i know that people are dark in their deepest heart of hearts. i know there’s no way that something good — something true, something pure — could ever come my way.

i wonder about you, i do.

you’re the eternal enigma, always something i can’t bear witness to on those dark nights of the soul. i didn’t hear screaming when you called. all i knew was a kind of tortuous unease with being left with the silence of my own dead space of a brain.

i craved your lines again and again even as parts of me knew it was wrong to long, to crave, to pine.

but i loved the lines as they came, as they filtered through the ether, as some part of me knew you and tamed this thing called prose madness.

i wonder if revenge is coming to me now.

i wonder if you’d hate me.

i’ll hate you.

i wonder if those words are prophetic.

i wonder if those words are just a fear.