Letter to My Abuser

To my nemesis, my confidant:
Do not expect me to make any more requests.
I have done penance for my sins.
You're in debt to me one thousand promises.
Just yesterday, I went again to collect what I'm owed.
I found my dreams showered upon undeserving wretches
like bones dripping blood thrown to mangy strays.
And my secrets were being vomited from the
mouths of glistening gluttons while I stood
empty-handed and exposed.
You've abused your power...
Angel, you have fallen once more from my good graces.
I'm sick,
I've prayed,
I've seen healthy men healed by your touch
when I'm the one who needs your love.
It's a hypocrite's faith, a hypocrite's world.
I am not awed by your presents if they only
suit the ones already blessed.
Your son lies raped in the dirt that you've made.
Are you willing to sacrifice another child?
Bloodthirsty liar, how am I supposed to trust you
when the knife is in your hand?
And the gash that I own whispers to
an enemy thoughts I had buried.
Creator, you're my destructor.
Am I not your daughter?
Are you not my father?
My insides displayed to the world.