"it's called the big payback for a reason"
the greyed woman speaks to her grandson.
he doesn't know what that song has to do with
how he's going to get all of these intangible
items back where they belong.
all of these fragments must fit somewhere
"because those who took from you
what you waited so long for are going
to wish they never crossed paths with
such a vengeful force like you."
maybe it's not about finding places
for these pieces to fit like a mosaic.
possibly, it's about finding ways
in which these pieces can be used
in order to get what you want
from people.
that's my revenge, he thinks, I'll
just never tell the truth again.
: payback
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Poetrylike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
