a postcard from hell

Your mum sent me a postcard
and really, dude, I'm not sure
what I'm supposed to do with it
so I stuck it in my junk draw
where I'll eventually forget about it
and maybe a pen will bleed ink
on the return address

It's been so long
since I even fucking thought about you
and you know, babe, none of those trips
down memory lane
give me the warm and fuzzies

The thought of you
puts me in a bad mood
my brain on high alert
my body tensing in a trigger response
at the mere idea of you potentially
re-entering my life

If I had a kill list, babe
you'd be on it
because the world would
be better off without you
and you know I blame your mum for that
coddling a fucking psychopath
because she couldn't tell the difference
between raising a strong man
and raising a monster

And you are a monster, babe
too much brain
and no heart to go with it
and if I was a lesser person
maybe you would have broken me
but I met you at your own game
before I got tired
of sex being the only thing
you were good for
and made myself disappear
far away from you
where my sanity could reinstate itself
without fear

I should probably slap
a "return to sender" notice
on that stupid postcard
but I don't want to admit
you and your abuse enabling mother
have my attention

Maybe I'll get stoned
and light it on fire
in a fuck off ritual
that probably won't do anything
but I would like to think
Karma is coming for you, babe
and when she does
I hope she fucking burns


-Eve-