The Severed Genitals of Every Rapist Hang Bleeding from These Trees

These open hands that once would have offered forgiveness and even rehabilitation are now closed fists bludgeoning flesh. A knife across your throat opens a wide, red mouth forever mute to taunts, to insults, to threats. You are nothing, empty, worthless. If only it was enough to lock you away in the deepest, darkest hole. Swallow the bitterness of my tongue. Absorb the nectar of my discharge. Feel my hatred crashing down on you like a hammer caving in your skull, spilling to the floor all that empty rhetoric about art, betrayal, and desire. Oh, to string up your naked body like the soulless devil that you are. To stab and dismember your hanging form. Let the blood rain down and wash away this pointless shame, this unnecessary guilt, this unbearable violation. And now decorate the trees with the corpse of past transgression adornments of vengeance, a forest of abatement, a monument to suffering. You are nothing, empty, worthless, a black hole.