Hell Hath No Fury

Deliberate—each word she pressed in place
upon her shabby paper with her pen
She filled her lines with malice, left no space
and then she traced each letter once again
Self-satisfied she read her plan aloud
a gospel which she preached to empty air
Her voice became a veil and then a shroud
surrounding her with comfort, stripping bare
her soul.  The careful words she wrote and spoke
her words which swirled in spittle, blood and tears
released a soothing venom, made her choke
emotions giving rise to other’s fears
Her own now lost completely in her plan
to take revenge upon that fucking man

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