All I think about is killing you.
With my .38 caliber pistol barrel
stuffed into one of your nostrils,
that you dig and pick.
The bullet trajectory angled at your brainstem.
A one shot explosion,
an extermination,
splattering toxic brain bits.
Then I will remove your fingers and teeth.
And burn the cabin down along with your body parts.
The stench will be unnatural like you.
A pile of grey ashes will mark
the off-grid one room
where you tortured others.
Next, I’ll burn the outhouse.
But not before I save my artwork
you placed above the putrid toilet hole
because you said it wasn’t good enough.
I will destroy all your journals
that contain your plagiarized poetry.
When I am finished,
there will be no trace of you anywhere.
Your cat that you ignored
will slowly starve to death.
