First, I'd taken a bat to your legs.
Broke your left knee,
shattered your right shin.
And still you didn't scream.
You came out of your skull like a wild animal,
exploding from behind the devil's bars.
I had laughed, then.
To finally be in power,
To finally be the cause of pain.
It was a victory sweeter than your lies.
And all the same, I hated it
Because I had always cried.
Next, I broke individual toes.
We sat there, by the fire-
Just like we had last Christmas
Where I had told you that I loved you-
The fire crackled,
And your bones snapping sounded melodically the same.
I had smiled, then;
Ran a finger down your face.
It left a trail of your own blood,
And the color was the same as the dress I wore when you proposed to me.
It glittered, too,
In the crackling fire
Like every piece of glitter Elmer's glued to my gown.
But all good things must come to an end.
You're hands were too be next.
In a way, they were a thing of fear,
A literal symbol of agony for me.
I'd have to break them so well the doctors couldn't fix you-
If you'd even be rescued.
I worked my way up.
Fingers to those little bones in your hand,
Took a hammer to the thick wrist bone,
Then smashed your forearm with my heels.
Your elbows were the best, though.
First, I tried to smash them on the same kitchen floor you smashed me,
But I didn't have quite the strength.
You whimpered.
I had laughed then,
Smashed your elbow down with all the strength I had,
And a small wetness came to your eye.
Like every tear I'd cried for you,
And for myself.
Still, your elbow didn't break.
From the closet I pulled a bible.
A huge tome, ten pounds at least.
That did the trick.
Finally, you were crying openly now,
Yet you issued no sound.
I guess I needed to break the other bone in your arm.
With a vicious push
I bent your arm backwards.
And I giggled when I felt the bone tear out of it's socket
And slide in your skin.
Ah, there was the sound I was coveting.
Before I'd use the bible again,
I kissed you,
Softly on the lips
Said, "I love you"
Then, you screamed.
And some part of me,
Some part you'd so desperately tried to kill
With blood and tears and pain,
Hoped you had learned to crawl before I left,
And that now you'd learn to crawl after I left,
And learn to live in agony.
Adding your comment:
...but I can understand. 
