How is it
That you've lived
This long
And still
Don't know when
To shut your
Stupid fucking mouth.
How can you
Not tell
That each word
That falls
From your lying
Duplicitous face
Just makes it worse.
And the sorry, pathetic attempt
To justify yourself
Reminds me that
You know what you did.
I know it too.
So, enough, already.
Go spew your shame
Elsewhere.
While I go wash
The filth of your
Words
Off of me.
heidi
05/13/15
My favorite part of writing is where it takes me. Which seems to be a very angry place apparently.
