True to form

I was going to heave these rocks at you

Then I remembered the scarlet letter on my breast

Or It used to be a letter

but now it has become

a chapter

a verse

a series of run on sentences

Condemning me for

Slaughter Neglect Abuse Cruelty Poor Hygiene Questionable Tattoos

But I already had the rocks

It seemed such a waste

You were already tied up and everything

So smack

I hit you in the face

Your stupid smug face

I laughed and laughed

Because I’d rather be hell

than 1000 damned souls

I laughed and laughed

Until  I Spit Up Blood

I looked at that Scarlet Mess

Clotting at my feet

Enjoying its wet glisten

And smiled through red teeth

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