My words
feed the wrong wolf
they aren’t kind
I’m not on the
high
road

I’m writing
for revenge

I use my stories
as a knife
or at least a finger flick
to your chest
flick flick flick flick flick flick

Maybe I’m processing
or helping others
wade through a dark passage
of betrayal

But the darkness doesn’t
care
It’s not here to
help

I’m writing
for revenge

Do you feel this curse—
like a lurking witch?

How’s your fairytale going?