If vengeance were ours

We have all

eaten

this betrayal

before

Tastes of

old upholstery fibers inhaled

and finished cedar

A man

Robs

a child

of innocence

and feels fucking great about it

If we had talons

and beaks

Or eight arms with sharp knives

we’d sever

his hands

his penis

his tongue

pluck out his eyes

and slash his skin or burn it

but we’d leave the ears

on that mutant molester

How come?

Y’all know why

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