Suffocating Kittens

I cannot seem to create your poem.

You deserve no elegy or ode, yet I yearn for

Rhythmic words to assuage the rumbling rage inside and

Master bile amassing in my throat.

Nothing melodious results;

Only ugly words bear down.

My gullet emits winded, aching gasps of disbelief

Compelled by your disloyalty.

My tender nerves throb in emotional chaos

Pinched by shattered truths.

Why do you betray your sex?

With our defeat, you too lose exponentially.

Through ruse, deceit and unctuous charm,

You wrought protected status like a club,

Beating down on potential rival womenfolk

While courting patriarchal power to do the same.

Your legacy of hate thrives so strongly

It has extinguished all but ravenous desire.

Perhaps your banshee screams overpowered

Memory murmurs of past mentor encouragement,

And your incendiary, feral eyes blinded you to

The wise certainty that lifting another elevates you.

So it is believable - that aching betrayal of one

Who succumbs to artificial promises of authority.

While you continue to live in seeming dominion,

Your essence perished long ago,

Stealing away loyal, empathic honor and

Stripping remembrances of spiritual compassion.

Maybe a dirge is better suited,

To warn the unsuspecting prey of your deceit.