Life & Torture

Blood on the typewriter. Again.

I thought my life would be perfect...
Two sweet boys, like me, and a loving husband.
I was wrong.
You stripped every ounce of self love that I had...
Under the guise of “family”.
I’ll never forgive you for killing my spirit.
You left me alone, to bleed to death and die in that shower.
And you did it on purpose - to relieve yourself of me as I tried to escape from you.
You’re the one who has no idea who they’re f*****g with.
You’re mama can’t protect you forever - you know what you did.
You put a cigarette out on my leg and killed our dog by strangulation and antifreeze.
If only I had antifreeze now. I could thaw my heart to you.
That time has passed.
I’ll be damned if my boys turn out like you.
They never will - no matter what.
You will rot like the rest of us, hopefully sooner rather than later.
Flowers will grow and cover the evidence - but if they feed off of you?
They’re sure to wither and die.
Just like me.