If I, (despite every past invasion
Every swept up broken glass
Every splintered door frame,
Bent lock, snapped tree branch
broken fence)
Still creak a door open for you
Do not betray my last invitation.
This time
I will not clean another mess,
I will not rebuild through tears,
I will not self soothe and reflect
While you flitter off unharmed
I will tie my hair back
Draw my sword
And paint my beautiful walls
with your blood.