It was the eve of my birth and within that moment of creation I was a fallen as the echo of my cries were thrown into the industrial ******* bin behind the old take-away.
My teen years were so lewd and contrived, I thought I had friends, but I was like the ******* I was at birth they used me a threw me away and again I was alone.
It was upon my tenth birthday that I had lingered in this abyss long enough, I decided on that day that I would greet those as I was greeted to return those favours ten fold ,
My step-dad he was my first gift to my suffering I introduced him to that pain as I quenched his sight or lack of with a scuffed spoon rims shaper than a blade I said words as he screamed.
"I will scoop singular or two, depends on your taste,
Son, please listen to me, he spoke in quivering stuttered vocals. But I thought it delightful in laughable sniggers. See how I saw the world, feel the occasions that converted my emotions to what I'm debilitated to this moment now.
I scooped them out like a ice cream, I thought in this moment of Mint choc chip, and pineapple sorbet. Mmm the taste that was seeping from lips. But that was the blood validating itself on my skin.
All I heard was his voice crying and it made me regurgitate what I had consumed. It was on the floor not tasting as it went down like victory. I just plunged the spoon into his throat...
I didn't want to taste his life, I just wanted to watch it seep on his white chocolate shirt. It was like strawberry sorbet with a bitter taste as I licked a echo of it of my hand "why did I tast it at all??
I had ended so many stains on my life, took their eyes to show them how I felt. If I had kept them looking like pickled eggs in a jar. Thinking if they could still see each others moments in each others sight.
I took their eyes, so each could see how it felt for what they put me through. I had no guilt, I just consumed everything they saw and laid it to rest. I wasn't killing I was just releasing their guilt and consuming it all.