by Megan Auffart

I could break your ovaries
like the eggs in my omelet
I could give a withered glance
and then let the insides spill...
I would lick up all the juices
and I would enjoy the taste
of every generation you will never be the start of.
of every single baby you won't squeeze from out your cunt.

And the stunt you pulled today?
With the furs and his reaction?
Do you think that the attraction
between my husband and yourself
wasn't felt?
like the heat of a cat beneath the moonlight?
I could smell it.
and the furs? Oh the furs! He loves the furs.

You knew everything that I knew
because I told you then,
when I thought that I could trust you
when I thought that I could use you
to remember, to remember!
just how good it felt to be
to be young
without my morals
to be free
without my guidelines
to be me
without the bindings
that have kept me here in hiding
in the shadow of my husband
for thirty seven years.
You're a trollop
with your cleavage
almost pushed up to your ears.
When you wandered to his workplace
in your heels and your furs
Knowing just how much my husband
always loves the feel of furs...
I told you and you used me
in a plan to make him yours...
And I knew how much my husband
always loves the feel of whores...

I could slam your uterus
and the sound would be like hammers
I could cut off both your breasts
and I could shave off all your hair
I could take away everything
that makes you a real woman
And only leave a shadow
of the thing that he had wanted.

The neighbors both believe
that my husband isn't haunted.
The neighbors both believe
that a man who's so unwanted
is alone.
But the neighbors don't know all there is to know
about devotion
and emotion
and the passion that has bound me
for thirty seven years to a man who cannot see,
to a man who has forgotten
all the love that I have given
in exchange for almost nothing
but a ring, a house, and clothes,
And you offered me a friendship,
and I poured out all my woes
And you used me and you fucked him,
for what reasons?
Jesus knows.

I could fry your fingers
or your eyelids, one by one
I could rip away your lifetime
and tear it to tiny shreds
I could suck out all your pleasure
to replace my murdered bliss
I could take away your smile
and those lips he likes to kiss
I could break away your skullcap
or add acid to your tea...

...But there's no way I could hurt you
in the way that you hurt me