Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me thrice, the world will burn.

Once upon a time my heart was melted down into someone else's ring.

My eyes felt a pain you'll never know.

A cut so deep I saw muscle.

To this preface, your ode:

I was angry then.

I am viscous now.

I'm putting my canines and claws in for this next round.

Blood dripping from my mouth....

Like my pupils have only seen the light for the first time today... complete pinpoint.

I have a focus.

An incredible focus.

An unveiled strength in my legs.

I am become death.

My shoulders won't set down.

I am the Dominant one.

I feel incredible spring in my heels.

I am the Predator.

You are a child.

You are heartless.

Ignorant.

Every time you've come back... my spines raised

A deep curl of anger in my stomach.

Knowing what I've always known.

You acted like something more would be present.

Lies.

Nothing has changed...and I'm right about everything.

I have a deep black glare underneath my brows.

Everyone ought to know that I won't fuck around.

I would slash open my arms if not that it would weaken me.

Another tally on my arm for how many women have done this caliber of damage.

I'll stare like a beast at your memory.

Anticipating the moment I rip it to shreds.

A cowl of an absolute resolve.

You have no power.

My name is Joshua Weston Hill.

Proud.

Every time I reappear... my spines will raise.

A controlled exhale of all inhibition.

Like nothing more is present.

Anger.

Power.

My fist, so white with wrath, would punch into the concrete if not to break my bones.

An atmosphere-searing temperature that make my fists.

I'd sink my teeth into my own arm and wait for red if not that it'd distract me from ripping everything to shreds.

I will always be the nicest and the meanest man in the room.

Knowing both how to love one forever and how to choke out my prey's atrium with my teeth.

Black...

White...

You are either loyal, or you're not.

You care, or you don't.

You are the one, or you're not.

You are an ally, or you will be destroyed.

You've either earned all my purpose, loyalty, and love forever; or all my wrath at your shadow.

Your book is burning at my feet.

I'd stomp on the coals again if not to char the callus I've earned.

Your image will burn.

Your ashes I'll scatter with the other ones in the garden...

...to remind me that the essence and matter of your existence in my life...

was just a lesson to weave into the soil.