Saturday, 10 December 2011

100 Challenge - 4. Dark

This probably sucks. I'm not at all a poet, but I figure it's more a poem than a piece of prose.

I have so much anger in me today, so much it bubbled over into this mess. It's really hard to write down dark angry thoughts with out being labelled as something....5 guesses if you like...

I might come back to this one...




4. Dark

I want to feel my hands around your neck. 
I want to hear it crack.
I want to see the life leave your face.
I want to smell satisfaction with your death.
I want to taste sweet, sweet glee, knowing I got away with it scot free.





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