Maybe they would understand – maybe
I want to be cruel. I want to lash out at everyone
who has used me, and I want to do it over
and over again. I want them all to know
what ungrateful feels like. I want them
to wear the cloak of unloved, slip into taken
for granted, and sit pretty in thankless.
I want them to feel what it is like to be sliced
open so the vampires can feed. I want them to give
and give and give until they have nothing left
to give, and then I want them to give some more.
And then maybe, just maybe they will understand
©Nicole Lyons 2016