Masterpiece 

I can’t do my fury justice 

None of it’s enough.

I can subvert every symbol held dear,

name and shame

or map every scar your touch left,

but none of it makes for a masterpiece;

the vengeance I seek.

You had better hope the muses’ strike

and my thirst for it is sated. 

Because I will have my revenge 

Be it ink or blood.