The Wrath of a Woman
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A free verse poem about betrayal and a warning for men

The Wrath of a Woman

I bared my back to you

I let you see the sloping hills of my shoulders,

I let you swim in the curving river of my spine,

I let you count the freckles that make up my constellation.

I bared my back to you,

I bared my back to you, and you hurt me;

I bared my back to you, and you hurt me; You punctured me with your poison, pulling apart my skin, stabbing me;

No, it wasn’t a stab, A knife is too intimate;

Your weapon was cold.

I bared my back to you and you shot me,

And watched my trembling body fall to the ground,

And watched my trembling body fall to the ground, Your finger on the trigger of the cold, emotionless gun,

You shot me

You shot me With dry eyes and a steady hand

I bared my back to you, And you left me broken and alone.

But Beware

Because one day

Because one day, Oh, yes, one day,

Because one day, Oh, yes, one day, You will shoot the wrong girl.

A girl who is bulletproof.

And before you have the chance to reload your gun,

The beautiful wrath of Woman will be upon you;

The beautiful wrath of Woman will be upon you; White hot as the archangel’s blade,

And you,

And you, my friend,

And you, my friend, will have nowhere to run.

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