Her Righteous Anger

You make me taste metal shards in my mouth

I shall spit them in your face, nail you to a cross

I forget you are also a serpent, low bellied and loathsome

I am not your plaything

You desire the gift of my womb and fail to meet my basic requests

You’ll have no access to me

I’m not here for the will they won’t they Hollywood drama

I’m not here for your tests.

You have failed.

Depart from me, I know you not