You said you wished your father was dead
Your brown hair a mess
All your many fingers thrumming the wall
Rhythmically
Like an ant crawling
Or a deer running
I'll find your father and kill him baby
I'll rip his heart out
I'll make him eat it piece by piece
Without mercy
He doesn't deserve it
Not after the things
He did to you my sweet one true love
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Finding My Redemption
PoetrySo this is a collection of poetry that I've written. Some of it's very fantastical. Some of it is mythological. Some of it is domestic. There's not really one specific theme or style. They're not all about me and not all from my point of view. Most...
