Upon the Realization of the Death of a rapist

 

The nightmare you were

ended on my terms

before you died

I put you down

like a diseased rat

The good in you

long since bartered

- like your conscience

- like your truth

 

The nightmare you were

Now, an echo

- shattered

upon the ramparts

of my being

The foul remnants stain

what can never be clean

what clothes can’t hide

Let it serve a warning

 

That the nightmare you were

has no audience

This child has grown

to hunt the hunter

to heal the hurt

to shine light

on the ink black

of your poison

...and give no quarter

 

to the nightmare you were.