How dare you
show your face
after all the havoc
you have wreaked.

The grinning prosthetic
can stretch no more,
your tendons are slackening -
their previously, seemingly infallible, grip -
finally the welts heal
from the now redundant whip.

I have served you notice -
your departure
was long overdue.

Don’t dare
cast your shadow
across my door.
You are welcome no more.