before it took anymore out
of me. I had to be the pins in his
coffin. I had to shoot him in the back
while he was walking. I had to do it
because if I did not, I’d lick his *****
until they fell off. He’d hide in holes
just like a mouse. We’d ****** scream
and ****** **** and go to bars.
Get ****** drunk. Fight until the fight
in us was gone. I put him to sleep once
and for all.