By Michelle

I chain you to a wall
I cut you up
Then pour alcohol
I scream to you and say
You’ll never talk that shit another day
I grab you by your throat
Now you change colors
I let you go
Then I smile
Now I gag you with a towel
Here comes the salt
I bet that hurts
Salt in paper cuts
have to be the worst
I place a mirror before you
So you can watch yourself bleed
The stupid bytch faints
Slapping you
You awake to find you have no digits
I cut them off in little pieces
You faint again
And then awake
Praying hoping to see the gate
I cut out your tongue w/ a butcher’s knife
I told you I wasn’t going to be to many more dykes
I asked you nicely to watch that tongue of yours
Now you stare at it in a glass across the room
I’m thinking lets end the games
Go ahead and kill you
Allow you to pass away
So I cut off your head and take your cold heart
And drink the blood from your head and heart
Now you can’t move
Look at the blood oozing from your neck
I look at your dismantled body lying on the table
and smile with content
I killed the bytch I truly resent
Never again will you lie
B/c I was the one who caused you to die.

By: T. Michelle