The taste of your memory is like venom,
Burning the skin from my tongue,
Making my flesh more vulnerable to the acidic nature that is still stimulated from your fist;
Your fist is still striking me from 8 years ago.
You have no right to invade me;
To come into my private space to antagonize me further with your demonic smirk of mental illness;
Your smirk is disguised in something you called love.
Something more intense than hate suffocates out the risk of insanity.
Your face;
Twisted and distorted reflects in the puddle made by my tears of hostility.
You have scribbled your legacy onto my canvas;
You have spoiled it with your art that is worthless.
I will erase you!!!
Somehow….
Someway…
Someday….
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