Viscera

Each time I see you
I want to kill you
the way you destroyed me
tore out my heart
eviscerated me
left me to pick up the pieces
of my tiny little mind
Self-lobotomised
I recovered
well, after a fashion
You demeaned me
I HATE YOU
I abhor your presence
I detest your voice
I deny kinship
I
will
kill
you
You are dead to me
dead like my mind
that day long ago
a tortured soul
betrayed by trust
defiled by lust
deflowered
now dust
All love now coloured
tinted by the images
rusty and hoary with age
yet they retain clarity of rage
I remain aloof
abhorrent proof of your crime
my relief will be to escape
to forget
but not until you rot
when the worms have had their way
as you did that day
when you cease to be
I may finally be free

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