Purity

I still remember the gentle caresses of your fist, the soft wet gnashing of my cheek

against my crooked and made crooked teeth.

Your straight forward nature

and the sick smell of fear

that I could never shake off.

A force of nature, anger incarnate,

son of Montezuma, even Cortez

would beg for deliverance.

I could never run fast enough,

I could never run far enough,

I could never fight hard enough.

Yet I am here. Yet I am better.

Every day is my revenge,

Every night I sleep in peace.

In my memories you are a monster

but in truth, you are nothing,

rotting in the barrio where I left you.