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