You threw me to the snakes
leaving me to fend for myself,
discarding me like an object that
you had grown bored of.
And,
when i crawled out from the pit
more powerful than before,
venom coursing through my veins ,
I became the monster.
I became the one to be feared.

How easy it is to forget that monsters are not born
but made
and my dear,
you are responsible for every inch of the creature I have become.

And in the end,
there was nothing to say,
so we sat in silence.
All the words dying in the
back of our throats.
All the apologies we were meant to say
getting lost on our tongues,
never uttered into existence.

You are not a bad person
For what you did
In your moment of weakness
To survive