Harlot House Justice

I will paint you a picture with

a single stroke and make vibrant

the sky above you and reveal how

passion rages with dancing vengeance,

shining spotlight on your guilt so

hell knows where to find its hero

and whore. though I was deceived

and added to the collage of spilled

intention pooling on your bed,

I will burn clean the memory I left

in your sheets and free the fragments

of myself from your chamber. you

slumber deep, exhausted from night

of betrayal. I rise from shadows outside,

having waited to paint with a single stroke.

I light a match and color the night with justice.