Murderous Mind Of A Poet

I could tell you stories that would make your skin crawl.

Imagine as a child being pushed against a wall.

Bare legs, belt snap,

A violent monster  that never held back.

Slapped arse, red raw cheeks,

being soothed by a bag of frozen peas.

A Mother made to stand and watch as the tears streamed and we screamed.

All we could do was daydream about being freed.

I even schemed, plotted revenge,

You did things  no one could comprehend,

your downfall is something I commend.

I would wait until a weekend,

Creep up on you and put  a bag over your head,

Wearing a size 9 shoe to fool the feds.

Wait until you took your last breath,

Watch you pass out and carry you with all my strength.

Tie you to a chair with cheese wire wrapped around your neck,

Around each arm and each leg.

Waiting for your limbs to detach from your torso,

Getting a sense of satisfaction as I watch the blood flow.

Disposing of your body parts,

Watching them drift around the river bend.

Now there's something I can apprehend.