I cannot explain the ashes falling on my face or the bleeding red lines on my lips.

I can still taste your tears as they bead on my cheeks and your fingertips as they gouge my eyes.

Soft tissue burns under your fingernails, my screams resembling your silent laughter.

When will you smell my blood and feel my lips move.

My heart shall seize beating, choked and shriveled from your fumes of arrogance.

But I will not give up my breath for the sweet scent of you.

And while you suffocate me with broken memories, I will find my voice and speak:

"You are the f**king bastard who shall see demise from your own created monstrosity." And tears of blood from my bursting eyes will be the seal.

Go on and smirk, brush it off in the two-way mirror, as I lay sputtering at your feet.

Blood does not feel good underfoot nor in your throat.

Go on and pretend things are fine, as I die slowly in your mind, blind and betrayed.

What comes around goes around, what goes in must come out.

I know you believe in karma.

I believe in destroying memories.

I AM DONE.

Here, the thoughts may disappear.

And these words are tortured closure.

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