May Storm Crescendos Meet My Skin

(I may have already posted part 1 and part 2 of this novel-in-verse. So this is very out of order, but here, meet the prologue:)

***

I’m sick

of revenge stories.

All the times a boy

wrecks a girl

and a girl

avenges herself;

all the times a friend

stabs a friend

and the friend

gets payback;

I’m sick

of honing in on our history like a missile,

unsatisfied

until you’re destroyed

then still

unsatisfied

by the mess

I’ve made.

So let me make one thing abundantly clear:

I didn’t do it for revenge.

nothing I did or do

is to prove any of you wrong.

I do it

for me

I do it

to justify my instincts

I do it

so I’m satisfied

glorified

by my own plans–

and you

are not important enough

for me

to bother with

anymore.

I don’t do things because of you,

I don’t do ‘em to spite

or please

or defy you

or ever cry to you.

So enough

about any of you.

I’m talking

about me.

***

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