You see her face and every wound is torn open
Each memory memory dredged up
Like silt from a stagnant pond,
And through a cloud of settling ash
The odd hot ember jumps out
To scold you for mistakes you never made.
No, you know what, I take that back.
It feels like a man with an iron boot
Is kicking you in your gut
Over and over again.
And you deserve every single blow
For each mistake you chose to make
And each chance you’ll never know.