Toward my father who brutally abused me. **TRIGGER WARNING**

My hands in front of your face makes you stagger,
As you watch my fingers turn to daggers.
I hold your neck between my hands,
You feel my knives cut hope from your skin.

I hold you still and build your fear,
You watch the end of your life draw near.
I hold the key to the door of your soul,
You feel the knives begin to pull.

I hold the blades as your voice is broken,
You watch the joy I feel begin.
As your blood runs down, my eyes fill with flame,
I cry out as I enjoy your pain.

As your blood starts to flow from every gash,
As you cry foul, deeper I begin to slash.
As your blood runs down, your skin turns to white,
As you cry out, my heart fills with delight.

You start to beg, “Please, no more,”
I enjoy watching your life pour.
Your blood on my hands fuels my inner fire,
I scream with revenge as I watch your life expire. 
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Poem and Artwork©2022 LadyKatJPhillips