Hell Hath No Fury
Every time you think it is okay,
To joke around.
You think it is okay that we
Don’t utter a word about your actions.
You think we will be okay
After you are done with us.
You think we will cry and
Beg you to not leave.
Every time we’ll come back,
And be your own little plaything.
When we rise, you will not
See how fragile we are.
You will see the fire in our eyes,
The knife in our hands.
And feel the chains appear
Pulling against your body.
Then, you feel your nails
Being pulled out.
The nails that left scratches on
Your back, now tear skin
Off your face.
And when you are done
Screaming like a “woman”
You will beg for mercy
And we will give it to you.
You will just feel a graze
Around your neck, and
Your last thought will be
Hell Hath No Fury
Like a woman scorned.