Rhamnous

I could splinter your bones into fragments
And use the slivers to pin my hair
cut my food
pick my teeth

Then I would know I had obliterated you
Conquered you so completely
that even the remnants of you are nothing more
than pathetic, subjugated shreds

I could lay a hex upon your head
If not in smoke and blood and sage
Then in my heart and mind and will

Then I would feel I had thwarted you
Cursed you so thoroughly
that every time the winds told of your misfortune
I could congratulate myself

But I will lose my security deposit
if my walls and carpet are stained with your blood
And my arteries will slow and clog
if my heart is filled with anathema

Instead, I will let The Nemesis deal with you
It is her job, after all
I needn't dirty my hands or forfeit my heart
When her ominous wings will yet swallow you in shadow

And thus, I will erase you from my memory
confident in the knowledge that
while I have consigned you to be
blissfully ignored and forgotten
The Nemesis has not