You stab me with venomous spit

soak me in tormented moans

slash me with sharp knife words

rip my smile and sliver my esteem

thick boots of lacerated phrases

acid rupturing my life in furrows

floor littered with broken glass

fractured like yesterday’s bones

vomit reeking on floor in anguish

pinpricks of bruising insults, leaving

tracks dribbling across my distress

standing on my chest, you stomp

a preying vulture denting my skin

down on my knees, I hide my soul

from your red face screwed up

as you slit wounds in my heart

bleeding crimson torment drops

shattered life inside word toxin.

• Whiplashes of singe-ing words, Vermillion.

• Callous remarks shot through sharp, gritted teeth, Broken Eggs.

• Foaming emotions boiling over, Sputtering heat.

(Spoken or unspoken - the air should be buzzing!)

Requires:

An Unleashing Storm

A Crack of Thunder

Two Strikes Of Lightning

- toe stubbing, finger slicing, lego to the heel, wet socks, car towing, melted gum on sidewalk sticking to shoe -

- Veins bulging, eyes rolling, chest huffing, tears streaming, mental clouds of smoke -

- infidelity, mockery, betrayal, assumption, hypocrisy, dishonesty, willful ignorance, false blame, miscommunication, condescension, inequality -

1) attempt to Blatantly Disregard Feelings

1/2 tsp of Careless Implications

An iota of Offense

The recipe for *****.

#servedbestscalding #takewithgrainofsalt

  You have never loved me even though I've always loved you, but now I can't love you for now I hate you! You've disrespected me, beat me, and mentally tormented me! I've followed you until I realized that you are on the level of Satan! I hope all the worst things in life happen to you and you ALONE! I hope that you trip on a rock and fall down a hill into lake invested with crocodiles!! I hope that a bug fly's on your eye while you are driving so that you crash! I know that I will regret this time, but as of right now, I loathe you, forever and always!

Like water separated from its source

And a madman hinged on a vapid course

The days add not the hope of a cheerful shift

But a premonition unsettling and adrift

The clatter of money in the hands of the opulent few

Shall send a river of vigour within you

As you reflect on your place on these broken steps

Forcing you to adapt, cheat, beg and be adept

But even as you cross everything on your list of wishes

Time will arrive in a decadent chariot of final dishes

Serving you the end that will be the death of your fire

Right after you've gained everything you've desired 

Toes twist in the dry dirt,

dredging up the crust hanging over resting magma.

It rapidly bubbles to the top with blatant disregard

for all but what stands at its side.

The burn climbs out of the gut,

fortifying blind flight of fists through bloody mist.

That forever-singing flower blossoms across the chest

snaking tendrils this way and that,

strangling any sensible semblance.

Runaway tears threaten to spill over the edge

as thorns lay vines to the sinuses up through the nostrils,

and shrivel the throat to deny spoken reason.

An unstoppable force once it started flowing,

inherent to every mount.

To the white American men that rejoice

on the day of righteous Columbus,

who trespassed into this sacred land

some five centuries ago, five the Devil’s number,

and spilled the pure, smokey earth-bound blood

of the natives, who had roamed these lands

for millennia, prospering and soaking

in the righteous rapids that cleansed the dirt,

Do not tell me that this day is deserving.

The day Columbus stumbled onto these shores,

an entire race was decimated,

the land ached with the burning and the rot,

corpses that lay without heads or hands,

a punishment for not finding the gold

that white men have lusted after for eternity,

the broken bones and sick disease pooling

in their bodies and in roaming hogs,

No way out but death, the only relief from the onslaught.

Do not tell me that Columbus was a pure man,

for history has been promoting the sins

of rich white men with black tar smiles,

vindictive and horror-wrought, these men,

the ugly and evil, are the ones celebrated.

You have been soothed by the stories of defeat,

the blood they soaked themselves in,

of the natives decapitated of themselves and the earth,

of the slaves dragged from Africa and thrusted upon,

of the women shushed and suppressed, silent

in the face of beatings and carnage.

You, who have read about these acts,

You have been silent and gleaming,

like a satisfied monster by its havoc,

Greedy to hear more tales,

more wrongs set by the ancestors of this nation.

Do not tell me that this nation,

the Great United States of America, flawless,

is anything but borne of blood and scars

on the backs of the captured, the ignored.

When you preach to me in my fourth grade classroom

of the history of my country and you skim

over the colonization--the desolation--of natives,

do not dare to praise Good Sir Columbus

Or Pizarro, Cortez, and De Soto--do not pretend

that what those European men did to innocents

was anything but horrendous.

When you whisper those acts into my head,

as a young and foolish child,

do not conjure images of glory and kindness,

for they were anything but.

No, you explain with the sternness of a mother

how nothing those men ever did was right,

that they were cruel and carnivorous.

Explain to them the history of our nation,

how you live in a land spurned by cruelty,

Oppression, malice, and greed,

For only you, the privileged supported by your institution,

and you, those wronged by the injustices and corruption,

can lead your children into betterment,

to not be like our forefathers, the ones who held slaves,

or the founders of this land, the ones who massacred thousands,

but to see the differences in people for something good,

something to be held close to our chests for comfort.

Do not tell me that there is anything better than tolerance.