You used my love against me,
With clenched hands, you left your brand.
Though I thought that you once loved me,
You ground my heart to sand.
Your attention was once kind,
Until it brought with it broken bones.
Then, trying to avoid your mind,
Threats of violence over the phone.
Decades of fear and anguish clung,
Thirty years since I fled your side,
Never certain when your wrath would spring,
When you would emerge, my life would divide.
But behold, the sweetest revenge unfolds:
I am happy, free from the past where I was your wife,
And in a twist of fate, the truth unfolds—
You, the tormentor, have slithered from this life.