Lay your scythed blade across my neck again,
inhale through your parted lips,
prepare some words meant to sting.
I have felt this before-
That shiver down my back
and through my
fingertips.
Their pulse wavering once more.
Abide by the ancient laws.
all’s fair
in this as well,
and I will not sit idly by
as you reap spoils
you were not meant to have.
Apologize
and this too
can pass.
Or settle
alone
in a fool’s victory