I will be a nail bomb
full of ugly efficacy
instilled with rust destined
to penetrate your tender
thick slut skull
like when you sucked him hard
I am the malignancy that
will wither your breast
that he devoured
cancer locust over the fertile crescent
he sowed with his transient hands
I will bestow upon you a curse
that famished in dearth
you may see my past charity
that you shit on in the street
defaced in the market square
for all to see
a dazzling laughing stock
now fallen from the great promise
there is nothing you say
the sword was raised
like Damocles
it hung from a thin line
when we held hands and laughed
and it was too much for you
you vacated the regal seat of wedlock
I will present a writ in stone
severed hearts in deed
nothing left of us but past
stuffed with nonce
a scare crow corpulent with weeds
that was our marriage
that was our sour love
once so precious
I gave up so much
but I was a terror
and you were what
ever the hell you were
