For me, attacking her.

For me, attacking her.


I did see you
out there in front, just to the right, ruining my sightline.
You were away from your lover.
Ruined her maybe. Spat down from above her.
It wouldn't be the first time.
She was to the left.
Ten o'clock bitch.
Two o'clock witch.
Actual witch.

I walked home,
taught
tense
warped.
My step quickened at the thought
of you and what you did and how you probably never knew
and if you did it makes it worse.
You are the curse of womankind, you are.

My fists tightened in my pockets like cliches.
My nails scratched my palms as yours probably scratched his back
I'll scratch you back. Your face, your eyes.
It will probably be the only way you'll ever see.