That Evil Bitch – Post and Poem

I’ve never hated someone so much in my life. However, It only makes sense considering how much I once loved her. As I walked passed her I could feel my hands wrap around her neck with each finger interlocking as I squeezed tighter and tighter. My grip is so intense I feel the dark brown tissue of her neck tear and rip causing crimsom to ooze between my fingers. Her cervical vetebrae reposition and dislodge before breaking at the shear force of my choking her. She can’t breath or scream. She gasps for air as I exhale in relief at the thought of her life drifting away slowly. Then I snapped out of it as I realized that what I was experiencing was just a beautiful fantasy. I utter under my breath, “I fucking hate that bitch.” And I mean it. I mean it with every carbon molecule in my physical being. She thinks she has won… and she has. But this is only the first battle. The first of many. In the end, I will win the war and in her defeat she will only wish that I had simply just killed her.

“Untitled”

Mother of my children

She once was my wife

Never thought I’ll see the day she causes me such strife

Dirty and depraved

She’s a pretty little witch

but now when I think of her I only see a bitch

So I dont give a fuck

If she gets hit by a car

Or if she’s raped and murdered

After leaving a late night bar

And I don’t give a damn

If she gets cancer

Or if she gets mauled

And killed by a panther

No I don’t give a damn

If someone cracks her head

If they rip out her diaphragm

Or break her knees instead

But I guess it’s not true

I guess I really care

Only cause I really wish

That this world was fair

But its not

Evil wins

Good doesn’t prevail

So I won’t care if she dies

And if she burns in hell.

Fuck you, Tiffany.