Her head filled with peeps and hums and womanly agitatation

And I sneer half smiling laying in bed, my fingers tight over the orange duvet
And I tell myself to calm down and tell myself to think how ridiculous she is
And tell myself how fantastic she is, as a character, in a story that ill write someday

And bumbling foolishness I think, that she is

And when she laughs at stupid friendly jokes I make

Her faces twists into the shocked pleasure of a downs syndrome child feeling snowfall

Bearing her terrible teeth

Its would almost be sweet if she wasn’t such a cunt

Such a plain and bemused cunt face

I imagine my own face staring at her, my mouth stretched out, amazed

As I open her neck up with something quickening in my hand

Perfect streams of bright red blood smearing on her shitty skin

I softly cut her

And my face becomes more twisted as I work her flesh out of its neat package
Like cocaine I know there’s no great end, just the moment after moment
And i'm trying to remember each moment
But i’m forgetting more
And am I’m just left with her quiet body, heavy on the floor

And I lay across her stupid stomach

And sniffle off weels and mewls at

WHAT SHE MADE ME DO. SHE

And I long to hear her fat udders slap against the shower door

To hear her stamping

And her beautiful retard face blister into joy as I tell her something friendly

Something friendly for my fucking ladyshit

My hundred pounds to leave