Is She Pretty??

Who is it that uses your voice

To scream obscenities at me?

What’s her name?

The one who spits fire from your mouth?

Is she pretty?

Who glares at me with hatred,

Behind your eyes so glazed?

Who turns your heart away from me?

What’s her name?

Is she pretty?

Do you love her?

Who stabs my back when it is turned,

And smiles when I cry?

Who steals my love away from me?

What’s her name?

Is she pretty?

Does she love you?

Who laughs at my sincerity,

And mocks me with a lie?

Who takes your hand and slams the door,

And leaves me here to die?

What’s her name?

Is she pretty?

She doesn’t love you….

She only loves to dig my grave.

She isn’t pretty….

Look closer…

See the hideous secret.

Her defects hide beneath her beauty-skull.

See her bloody twisted lips...

Marred by the venom that spews

from the depths of her shriveled soul.

See her snout...

Dripping with the scent of desire,

The scent of the game that she stalks.

See her knarled hands...

Scabby,

and soiled…

by the touch of what’s rightfully mine.

See the sockets where her eyes once were...

She has gouged them out,

So she won’t see right from wrong.

No…she isn’t pretty…

She is deep-down-in-the-ground ugly…

Ugly, like the vengeance that I seek.