ends with her

Scream and cry, she couldn't care less its not my fault your life was never 

Yours. She looked black, blank, there was never anything behind her eyes when she looked at you… sorry. I watched her do it she was not quick you probably did

feel it. One finger at a time letting you taste the salt in your tears. blood running down your arms like a dissected frog. You never passed out; just kept screaming under the weight of her breathing. It seemed as if she was blind and deaf, 

but you could hear the world;

See the light of day coming through the widow.

Soon she got bored. walked out of the room staring straight. I wasn't there, an agreement made quickly. 

Standing above you was jarring, bloody’ed and breathing you were dead. 

Weeks later I sat across from her without a doubt that she could see again.

she grew a soul without you and for that i celebrate your abscess.