You think you are the only one with rage?
Rage is not new.
You did not invent rage and you are certainly not king of it
Tender.
Like a bruised, oozing, rotting peach. That is something you cannot
do.
****. you. with my tears.
Tear you until you are nothing but a mangled corpse.
Bleed. Can you bleed?
BlEeD.
Stick my fingers into the softest, fuzziest, bloodiest
and lick your warm
salt. That's when I. will. believe. you. are A
live.
My ****. heart. beats sawdust for you
inside my vapid ribcage.

-EL