Vengeance Stories

Haversack abandoned White birch tree grove Nevermind that my heart never drove so far from home Than when I set my sights on you. Ate eight grapes to forsake the forgiveness in your shade Petty grandstanding bastard Love-child-having, cutthroat stallion Your reins are better as a gallows rope You told me you loved me Even though you wanted me to repeat it back reciprocal My spirit cringed So I said ‘nope’ And walked away...

Approach with care, he may be dangerous. The hunter makes his way back home again. His prey fought hard and put up a good fight. The bloodlust he felt was sated once more. Tomorrow he would go out once again And search for the ones who dishonored him. It had become the one goal of his life To destroy those who stabbed him in the back. It had happened once too often to bear So he left the comforts of house and hearth To se...

Carine Blanchard sat quietly in the passenger seat of her new Cadillac. She hadn't said a word the entire ride home from the hospital where her husband, Michael, was staying. As a matter of fact she hadn't said anything since her visit with Michael's doctor about the diagnosis. Carine checked Michael into the hospital almost a week before for the third time in four months. Lately Michael seemed to be forgetful and would o...

I poured out every thought upon the page, Filling it up with all the rage and anger, That you have instilled inside me. My pen literally quivered, As I held it in my sweaty hand, Yet the words flowed swiftly, As venomous as any snake, And almost as deadly. As I poured the last of the wine into my glass, I reviewed my handiwork. Three pages of anger. Three pages of hurt. An expression of all you’ve done to me, As best as I...