Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Avenger

I am an Avenger

I avenge my childhood

My loves and loses

The flame of my passions smothered out under their boots

What they have taken from me

And replaced them with

Like artificial friends I am supposed to love

Cut for cut on my skin

I avenge myself, who I could have been, was meant to be, with marks carved into my flesh

Like a manifesto of their misdeeds against me

Neatly arranged in razor-straight lines along my leg

I don lash out at the villains, only the victim, because it was always my fault.