Marigolds

Look at me!
Steaming in a bed you made.
Your hard back turned to me,
strips of my flesh and soul
ripped away over years,
piled at your feet, following
you unseen, implacable.

Turn around!
Tears to diamonds
transformed; molten, acidic blood
pours down, pounding through me,
carried on throbbing
waves like frenzied
war drums.

I was a child!!
Damn your selfish
hands, your greedy teeth,
your grasping, chilled phallus.
Turn now to facethe venom
of this righteous viper
fully grown.

You have no power!
No proud and lusty stallion,
mounts this willing filly.
She now kicks with limestone
hooves. Falling, cradling
your weapon, your treasure,
now broken jewels.

Lying lowly amidst the blood-red marigolds,
look at me walk away.