rage

you lit a fire.

you thought it

would have no consequences.

you seem to have misconceptions

like this often.

the spark landed on a fuse

that snaked around my ankles

and caused an explosion

of plaster and glass,

of minutes and seconds,

of memory and

predictions of the future.

but the first thing to go?

my heart.

and without my heart

only anger remains,

bright and burning.

this explosion,

this retaliation

is only the

start.

you took my heart,

now i'll take yours.

an eye for an eye,

a tooth for a tooth,

existence for existence.

my end is your end.

i'm sorry it has to be this way.