Death is on the Docket

I contemplate your imminent death

Fantasize. Work out the details.

Just the right amount of darkness

Spreads sweetly through my soul.

Fire, maybe. Singe you, hair by hair.

A death blow, perhaps.

Or maybe I’ll pull you apart slowly,

Relishing every second of your agony.

I’ve nearly swallowed you, once.

I’ve felt your gross little body

Touch and caress mine.

Multiple times. Without consent.

Tonight, you attacked me in the shower.

You waited on the other side

Of the curtain for round two.

I hope you know what you’ve done.

You’ve pushed me over the brink,

Past the point of no return.

I no longer care for being civil or “better”.

I’m coming for my revenge. For you.

I’ll take great joy and satisfaction

In your suffering

Wretched, winged little fucks.

-to the bugs in my home