Thy wrath, Venus

You speak to me

The words come to life

Like billowy clouds

Fluffy, pompous

Thoroughly lacking

Substance or relevance

The words swirl around the room

Searching for meaning

Morphing from clouds

To arrows piercing my heart

Scissors cutting off my balls

And a mallet pounding my head

Your words are now plutonium

In a North Korean war fantasy

Explosive, destructive

No going back

Everything laid to waste

Leaving my soul bare, exposed

Vulnerable

When I am now nothing

The words become redemption

The rainbow after a violent storm

The reassurance of a new day

Like Lazarus, life restored fromdeath

The reconciliation after decadesof war

All is forgiven, but notforgotten

Let the restoration begin