Strangled

Cannot help but remember
Being strangled
When I was a child
Because they thought it was fun

This memory and the taste of blood
Raises anger like a tempest
But I forgive them
Love them

Pity them
Exacting no revenge
Breaking that cycle of hate
My vengeance is love

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