Ginger Bread Man

 
Your word cause a sting ring
that burns in my ears,
searing ever syllable
On to the for front of my thoughts,  
creating ripples of heated hatred that spread  
though out a frail container unable to hold it all in.
Cracks appearing behind the false façade of kindness,
reviling the seething monster of anger waiting wanting
to chock the fucking life out of your venomous spewing lips
Run Run RRRUUNN Bitch as fast you can
I’m the Ginger Bread man.