by Mya Meneceur
Cries and bawls won’t save you. I’m immune to seeing
Pain after all my wife went through. You held her
Captive for months, then tortured her until
She bled her organs and soul out. Now you dare
Lie in front of me, and believe you’re unreachable,
All wired up in your glass cage. You thought everyone
Was on your side, just because she put up a fight
And you’re bleeding too? I won’t be fooled by
Your vulnerable act. Just when she was getting
Her freedom back, you turned from her jailer
To her executioner. Stop crying, we’re all alone.
Just me and my red tie. You and your incubator.
Nurses called you a miracle, and said we’re so alike,
I guess they’re kind of right, we’re both assassins now.