Rough You Up

How'd it feel to have someone help
chew your food;
by that I mean, when I slammed your jaw shut
and you have your words between your teeth,
how did it feel to be taught a lesson?

Your words crumbled like tin cans in the grips
of a trash compactor stained by shit
over the years, and no one had enough balls
to clean it.

I told you specifically,
"One more fucking time,
I swear to god, I'll show you."

You ask how I can hurt you so bad
but I made that promise
and followed through in the form of an upper cut
designed perfectly for your face
and when it's time to bleed, hold your head back
and look at me,

and when it's time to hold your swollen,
toothless mouth,
do it in remembrance of me.

(Compost Heap, 2010. rd)