Revenge

I never thought
I'd see you cry,
but as I watch the tears
spill over onto to you cheeks,
I laugh.
"Why, why?" you keep asking.
I bend down
so I can see your eyes.
You look away from me,
I scream
"Look at me!"
I smack you.
Finally, you meet my gaze.
"I hate you," I say
"I hate everything about you."
I turn around
looking for something sharp.
The boxcutter catches my eye.
The shiny razor
so new,
so sharp.
I slice my wrist,
painting your face
with my blood.
"Fuck you. FUCK YOU!" I scream.
I take the boxcutter
and slice up your stomach,
fresh blood
pooling on the floor.
You cry and scream
"STOP, PLEASE."
My hand slowly goes from your stomach
to your penis.
I grab it
and slowly
pull a scapel out of my pocket.
I slice off
your penis
and shove it
up your ass.
I take your balls
and shove them in your mouth.
I saw each of your fingers off.
I finally take my sharp, shiny boxcutter,
I bring it to your wrists
and make a few deep slices.
Then I caress your neck
and slice your throat
letting you bleed out.
I smile,
knowing your
broken and bloody.
I laugh
at the image of you
suffering
all alone.