Saturday, April 21, 2012


Envious eyes burn
Longing for the thing
The only object
He can't have
Why must it be so?
That he cannot
Get what he wants
What he deserves?
He has done so much
Only to have received
Spit to the face
And a fat lip
But his days of it
They are finished now
Because the knife
Dripping in her hand
Has solved it all
She will no longer
Ever again feel his fist
The fist he felt
Was warranted to hit
And beat her
She grins wickedly
And walks away
As the knife does drip
And he fades away

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