1.
I open Her stitches with the dullest screwdriver available in my horrid workshop
I ask her if she wants the agony to cease and she promptly responds “Stop!”
Her request is denied just as my affection was rejected through paper, red ink, and hollow apologies
2.
I assail Him with with a hammer until bony shards protrude from skin
The boastful **** is still breathing when I contort the lumbars of his spine
This gory peacock’s skeletal feathers display my anger in all essences of its awe-inspiring glory
3.
I dangle Her plump body over a chimney billowing greasy smoke
She attempts to strike deals for mercy and I respond with a choke
The bargaining persists all the way down until rollicking flames turn her mouth into silky ribbons of ash
4.
The Next frequently indulges in unspeakably awful chipperness
So, naturally, I make him gulp down a week’s worth of happy meds
While his heart sputters, depression’s taste wipes away all traces of the a smile on his face
5.
My work done, I casually stroll back home
I muse on all the wicked deeds finally expunged and take out a shining Magnum
The cold piece of steel turns around to face this peaceful victim, its trigger pulled in acceptance
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC
1.
I open Her stitches with the dullest screwdriver available in my horrid workshop
I ask her if she wants the agony to cease and she promptly responds “Stop!”
Her request is denied just as my affection was rejected through paper, red ink, and hollow apologies
2.
I assail Him with with a hammer until bony shards protrude from skin
The boastful **** is still breathing when I contort the lumbars of his spine
This gory peacock’s skeletal feathers display my anger in all essences of its awe-inspiring glory
3.
I dangle Her plump body over a chimney billowing greasy smoke
She attempts to strike deals for mercy and I respond with a choke
The bargaining persists all the way down until rollicking flames turn her mouth into silky ribbons of ash
4.
The Next frequently indulges in unspeakably awful chipperness
So, naturally, I make him gulp down a week’s worth of happy meds
While his heart sputters, depression’s taste wipes away all traces of the a smile on his face
5.
My work done, I casually stroll back home
I muse on all the wicked deeds finally expunged and take out a shining Magnum
The cold piece of steel turns around to face this peaceful victim, its trigger pulled in acceptance
Based on the five stages of grief
