I delight in chopping up your chocolate bar
with a dozen rusty razor blades,
hearing you scream as they tear into flesh.
Maybe now you know how I felt;
you know the pain I’ve carried all these years,
and why that little piece of you had to disappear.

There’s no talking your way out of it,
just like the night you forced me to shut up
in a way that haunts me to this day.
But I’m not shutting up now —
I’m letting everyone know what you did to me,
and making sure you never do it again.