Conscience

I’m here to spoon-feed you

those bitter words you

spit up so long ago ‘cause

they were too distasteful

for your brain.

We’ll wash it down with a

little cocktail of your

victims’ sweat and tears,

maybe blend in some

of the eggshells that cut

their knees as they

begged forgiveness they

didn’t need.

Next we’ll pull out those daggers

you stabbed through

their backs and hearts,

and you’ll start sewing them

up with the needles

they walked on to save your temper

and that fine silk thread

you used to weave so

intricate a web of lies.

Yes, you’ll make a fine tailor,

what with your experience

ripping them apart

at the seams.

For now, let’s just hope

those words create

enough acid to melt

the ice around your heart.

You deserve the indigestion.