The Beatdown Poem by Claire nc Castachino

i've never felt like this -
never dealt with this...
and i only wish
that you could taste... my... fist
you've been light years away -
`don't hear a word that i say
`don't take it to heart
while i'm falling apart
your blood spatters the ground
[shhh] i won't make a sound
but i will
make you wish...
that you'd fled this town
don't cry out to me
i'll knock you down on your knees
beg for me please -
to change my mind?
well i'll just... take... my... time -
in deciding for...
or against
this one... fatal... crime.