You Fucking Cunt

I want to break both of your
skulls against one another.
Like two ripe watermelons.
You should have listened to
me. Oh, you're so hellbent
on fucking her? Fuck her. I
dare you. Go ahead. But
don't expect me to be here
when you've had your fill,
you fucking man whore.

You ok, honey?
Oh of course. You'd rather
fuck other women and leave
me here wondering. But that's
ok. I'd better be fucking used
to it by now. I feel my inner
peace deteriorating which
each lie you tell me. With each
rancid kiss you leave on my
skin. On my soul. My rage and
insanity is festering. Maybe I'll
lose control and make a happy
little accident happen. Both of
you. Dead. Dead. I like the sound
of that.