Sometimes
You think you've wounded me
You've only made me smile
I know you're in there
I see you in there
behind
the layers and layers of ice and cement
slabs of sheet metal
Your fortress of bitterness
I offer myself up
like a lamb to the slaughter
to the countless slings and arrows
the jabs and the sucker punches
the poison
the venom you spit my way--
in hopes that
you are one step closer
to burning down
your angry tower
that Barad-dur you've built for yourself--
is one step closer
to burning down
and one step closer
to home.
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