Tiger Feathers

Words

Did you feel good about yourself?

Did you grin with satisfaction,

Giggle with joyful glee,

As you watched her hanging there,

Eyes shut and head rolling,

Tied down by the insecurities

You planted like parasites in her mind?

And her tears, were they beautiful?

Did they glisten like stars,

Shimmer like butterfly wings,

Roll down her face like rain on a window?

Was her blood as delicious as wine

As it poured from the wounds

You carved with those

W O R D S

You threw at her like knives,

Like darts, like acid laughs.

She tried, didn't she?

She tried countering your words

With ones of her own.

She told you to stop, didn't she?

She screamed it, begged it, cried it.

There's no way you don't remember that.

She was so, so, so loud.

So loud-and yet you still weren't able to hear her.

Was it really all worth it?

This guilt, her suffering, yours?

Eyes shut permanently, head rolling,

Her beaten body hangs there,

Testimony to your cruelty.

Well, do you understand now?

You killed her. You. Youyouyouyouyou.

And no matter how much you may want

To take back those words

You threw at her like bullets,

Like cannonballs, like electrified sneers-

You can't. It's too late. She's gone. 

Note: written a year after most recent poem, which was written a year after all the other ones. Just seriously need criticism.