Have
you always been
so
cruel
indifferent
selfish
and
ignorant?
Have
you always been
so monstrous?
And what sort of beast am I
to have never seen it
to have tolerated it
from you
for all of the years?
Angry at you
furious at myself
my rage is a storm
that will tear the skies apart
until there is nothing left
of it
or
of me, of you.
A just and fitting end
for such unjust Spirts.