Knees sucked to her chest pear drops
ongoing down
her oval face. They weren't tears from an angel
clear
pure, Nope just from a cheating whore. And
as her blood

pump is Stampeding I'm holding a glinted mirror
blade
My curve growing wider grinning across my
marbled face.
I was thinking shall I see the pulpy cubic matter inside

first by smashing your skull and washing my
basement
in a lovely shower of red rosey love. Maybe
or you can
fckn rot shed your own filthy skin glove !

Second thoughts I'll be right back !. So I
use a bit
of psychology and leave her there in a mess
neurons running around like a race track losing

her half moon dirty fingertips trying to find a way
out." Enjoy your family yeah I spat" ! "there called rats" !