A Woman Named Vengeance

A Woman Named Vengeance

by

Eric P. Nichols


What were you like in your formative years?
Did you have any toys; did you have any tears?
Did your mother conceive you in horror or heat?
Did you suck at the bosom of truth or deceit?

Did you torture your dolls; did you cuddle your pets?
Was your childhood sunshine or only regrets?
If I look in your closet, just what will I see?
A chest full of bones or a tea set for three?

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Your life is a riddle, your journal is blank
I don’t have a clue whom to curse or to thank;
I wish you were simple, with less of a plot
But for the time being, you’re all that I’ve got

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Were you Valedictorian; did you go to the prom?
Or spend the night looking for something to bomb?
Did you make your mom proud, does your father stand tall?
Should I look for your face on the post office wall?

Did you play make-believe; did you wear mom’s high heels?
Or rip legs off of spiders, just to see how it feels?
Were you ever a mother, were you ever a wife?
Should I do what you tell me, or run for my life?

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Your life is a riddle, your journal is blank
I don’t have a clue whom to curse or to thank;
I wish you were simple, with less of a plot
But for the time being, you’re all that I’ve got

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