For you, there is no rest; there is no mitigation
Only fear and consequence
You walk a line that divides justice and revenge
Well, pray that justice finds you first
Because when I find you, death will be luxury… granted only
When I grow weary of the noises your bones make beneath my fists
You have invoked the very beast of me
And when I strike, you will not feel
You will not see
You will not taste or hear
Agony will erase your every thought
And pain will carve you anew
Torn and cut
Frayed and burned
Crushed and broken
Mutilated; drowning in your humors
You will still be uglier on the inside than the out
Author notes
This is about my friend's rapist
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