i am vibrating with energy
wishing i could decapitate you
to stop that lying tongue and
smash your big head like a pumpkin
what ever made you think
it was okay to put your skinny fingers
around my throat and pin me
to that goddamn leaky white fridge?
who ever said it was permissible
to grab my bloody wrists
and wring more of that
sick, coppery scent from my veins?
i guess i should not have been surprised
that you fucked that pretty hippie,
but it was the one thing you hated.
the thing done to you so much.
honestly, i hope you rot with guilt
until you lose that smooth-talking charm.
you will be all alone,
and i will not
as i did so many times before.