Vitriol

It is the after taste-

That feeling of brevity after finding your chickens met their dam at one fell swoop.

The blank after mourning

Reel about what you might do, reprisal is a gift .

The plan ends in desire

To take life in your hands– never mind the time.

You trust yourself you will be the last person they see.

You take comfort into knowing the body evaporates into dust

And create the particles that make up stars.

Consumed by retaliation.

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