To slit you

You destroyed it,
You burnt it
To the ground–
My glass menagerie

You came
All masculine
And brutish

You uttered
Words of roses
Bewitching words
You stole
and harassed

You,
My torturer–
You!

And all these–
Because of my
Fake world
I rejected you

Usurper!
My blood is soaking
The carpet

Yet,
I hid well
The razor
In my fists.

To slit your–

~A