He tripped me, kicked me. I cowered at his approaching foot falls.
He hit me, pushed me, taunted me with obscene gestures.
He mocked me with foul, poisonous slurs that, years later, ring in my ears like tinnitus.
So I cut off his feet. I cut off his arms, finger by finger, wrist, elbow. I cut out his tongue.
He killed my childhood. So I killed him. And, in a way, that’s his fault.
Revenge, long plotted, polished, perfected– at last, mine.
I thought it would feel better, somehow.
All my life, planning vengeance.
But what will I do now?
Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Probably. Not actually tried it, but you've got to think, if you spend all your time thinking about revenge, and then get it, what do you think about after? Probably not bunnies and rainbows. Thanks for reading.
Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Elaborate and painful vengeance is a nice common theme, which is probably why I thought of it. Thanks for reading.
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Excellent drabble, Jonathan. A painful reminder that revenge is seldom satisfactory.
Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Thanks.