the air hangs heavy between us since your little bitch fit.

my anger knows no bounds.

i threaten you in my head, empty threats.

I’ll leave you! i will! I say to myself

As i grill some chicken breasts on the BBQ

I can’t get over how much their flesh resembles my own

i am grilling myself over these flames

Some women eat their own placentas

I would rather chew off my own hand than stay here

With you

 

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