Colonel Santa

This writing is dedicated to every child who has struggled with sexual abuse and it's catastrophic effects. This represents my fantasy of righting a wrong.
Love You Sis.

Colonel Santa

You feel the sting of my blade as it rests at the base of your skull
Smell the cigarettes, the rancid beer on my breath.
The rage in my eyes as I glare into yours...

You took something from me, thief
The worst order.
My life, and her innocence.....
Your rampant staff of authority
Sweet words of calm
Bribery of a child
Caress of an adult
The threats and guilt

The abject destruction of wonder and hope
Your lust for power over another.
The emotional crippling of new life
to sate a drive for control.

Has reached my ears
caught my attention and ire.
Blood coursed through my veins
inflamed my passion for justice.

You stole from me the sweet innocence
of a loved one.
I cannot give it back.
I can make you pay
in a very personal coin.

Your peace of mind is now my play thing
Your life hangs in a balance.
How many others have you stolen from?

I smell your fear and hear the ramblings of your desperation.
My smile answers the fears emanating from your pores.
I lean closer to your ear and whisper quietly...
“I have you. You belong to me.....”
My blade will dance upon your flesh if you touch another...
And you will. You can’t help yourself.

Then I will visit
I will take you apart one piece at a time.
Starting with your reputation
Then your mind.
Then I will take your manhood.
No blade, no blood just an unerring sense of trepidation.
Your lusts will shrivel and your staff as it should have then.
Welcome to YOUR living hell.....
I will witness your passing and grieve you not.