i.

I was whole until I met you.

Cold eyes, bloodied fingers, sharp teeth.

The shards of my being did not used to be scattered across the ground.

ii.

Did they tell you I was a goddess?

The townsfolk bent at my will;

for they feared the hurricanes that I left in my wake when they disturbed me from rest.

iii.

I cursed the boy who hid behind warped metal bars to run from my rage;

too fuelled with ego to allow himself to stand behind a powerful woman.

Does he not know that I am as powerful in the afterlife as I am in this mortal realm?

iv.

You believed me to be a meek woman.

You cupped my breasts and I felt your softened hands.

I scoffed that you were so unworldly,

and yet you thought yourself strong enough to force my every move.

v.

My hands are calloused,

bloody from the shards of myself that I picked up from the cement.

I will put myself together again.