My favorite part about the way you killed her
was watching her gasp for air.
Remember when they engaged the morphine drip?
Yeah, right around there is when her lungs started to give out.
That was my favorite part.
Watching her gasp for air,
and cough, and ask for water
because her mouth was so dry
from knowing that within a few hours
she would be dead.
She knew that as she sat there,
gasping for air,
she was wasting her time and breath.
Because she knew that you were ******* killing her.

We were all in the room.
But I'm almost certain I'm the only one that saw you.
Sitting there, legs crossed at the knees,
hands behind your head,
toothpick at your teeth,
and with that ******* grin you always wear.
And you just stared at me,
with those ****** eyes of yours,
because you knew that I couldn't do anything.
You knew we were all helpless.

Rolling hills tripped by barbed wire.
Treacherous mountains humbled by roads.
The pink sky cries.

I'll fly a kite with you.
Why not right?
I'll fly a kite with you.
We can go to a park,
or the beach,
or we can just fly it from your balcony.
Not much wind today though.
I'll go get the fan.

My tears are pretty good at fighting.
They've already seen two deaths this month,
let's see what action they get next month.
These were human deaths too,
not just a goldfish or a ******* ferret.
These were long drawn out deaths of suffering people,
and my tears ****** the **** out of them.
Lately I find myself holding the tears back though.
I just scrunch up my mouth
and swallow the tears.
Force them back with my tongue.
On second thought,
I'm not quite looking forward to next month.

You know,
I don't know why I'm so scared.
Probably because of what I'm expecting you to expect.
But if anyone knows hows ****** up expectations are,
it's me.
So when the time comes,
I'm just gonna **** the **** out of you.

Ha.
The day of my mother's funeral some poor sap was being baptized.
Good luck son.
From behind the thick glass separating our
small,
gloomy,
tear ridden
death chapel and their
stupid,
smile splintered,
dry eyed hall
you could hear roars of applause.
Each time we fell silent, they applauded.
Coincidence of course, but disturbing none the less.
If only they knew that as they applaud  and smile, that poor sap,
dressed in white
and drenched on holy water and oils,
is dying. He's already begun his decent. Maybe some time soon I'll be on the other side of the glass.
Blinded by the gleam of a
naked,
wet baby bottom.

He keeps tormenting us,
even after her death.
This ******* keeps tormenting us,
even after He kills her.
Today He's making me get dressed,
to drive to His award ceremony.
He's making my father write a speech,
to thank Him for killing his wife.
He'll keep following my sister around school
to make sure she cries in front of all the right people.
The ones that will laugh and ridicule.
Congratulations you *******,
you coward,
you win.