The rage froths at my lips, causing shaky hands. I've never wanted to kill someone. Anyone, to let go of the fury.
Why I'm cursed, I've no idea, but "fair" isn't a word used often.
I dream of ripping out her eyes, crushing her skull to reveal rotted thoughts beneath. Her screams comforting like air after suffocation.
I dream of her burning alive from the inside.
It's not sane or healthy, but it's the truth.
I owe her nothing as of now.
I long to spit on her in her last hours.
I long to laugh in her terrified face.
To deny her of dying wishes.
To squeeze the last of her breath out with my hands as I recant in her ear traumatic moments she caused.
My mother, insane and narcissistic all her life, cannot even end it properly, without causing a greek tragedy.
Why I'm cursed, I've no idea, but "fair" isn't a word used often.
I dream of ripping out her eyes, crushing her skull to reveal rotted thoughts beneath. Her screams comforting like air after suffocation.
I dream of her burning alive from the inside.
It's not sane or healthy, but it's the truth.
I owe her nothing as of now.
I long to spit on her in her last hours.
I long to laugh in her terrified face.
To deny her of dying wishes.
To squeeze the last of her breath out with my hands as I recant in her ear traumatic moments she caused.
My mother, insane and narcissistic all her life, cannot even end it properly, without causing a greek tragedy.
