To Whom it "Concerns:"
You would.
You would take my
Unobtrusive grief,
My most gnarled wound,
And stain it with the fetid acid
Slobbering
From your gossiping gob.
You would hammer and bend up
The narrative
To prop your caved ego,
Attempt to turn the witnesses
Of my white-scarred heart
Hostile.
You would circle and loiter about,
Diseased vulture,
Gorge yourself
On the wreckage of my loss-
Just your latest
Disaster porn.
…
I could.
I could take what I know,
Nothing more,
Mere facts,
Seed the clouds
And watch the earth
Get washed from under your feet.
I could call a meeting
With one bullet point,
Announce your propensity
To act out the same lie
While you play at zealotry,
Hypocrite bottom feeder.
I could, but for the collateral price,
The ones you’d claw onto
On the way down…
So I’ll leave you to the gnawing grubs
Quietly infesting you, digesting you
Inside out.
-kc