You monster. Your tongue is like a viper.
Everyone is wrong and you’re always right.
Your righteous delusion blinds you from the
fact that you are as sadistic as the reflection
you look at. You grind the bones of your victims
with your teeth, then smile at their demise.
But you – creature! To me – you pretend. You
cause me pain, you drain me. Isolate me.
Lie to me. Any glimpses of joy, you snuff away.
Don’t make her smile. Don’t make her smile.
You evil mutation of agony. But your genes flow within me,
your DNA plagues me.
to escape from your grasp but when I wiggle
out between your fingers you, hold me. Tight.
And bite and bite and bite, until you rip my
flesh and squeeze out the blood within me.
Then you drink it.
And you leave me dry, brittle, waiting to be held –
by another man – than you.