All encompassing rage, consuming me, tearing me apart,
piece by piece devouring me.
Red veil covers my eyes, mist of blood, splatters on the wall,
carpet drenched, pooling at my feet.
Again and again the knife plunges, slicing flesh, down
to the bone, through the organs.
My rage knows no bounds, cutting, slicing, hacking,
bits of skin and flesh flying everywhere.
Through it all, your screams of pain, terror, piercing,
further fueling my frenzied attack.
Six months, six long months you have cheated, not once,
not twice, but repeatedly, over and over.
Threw it in my face, with utter contempt, sneering,
daring me, daring me to do something.
Screams turn to a gurgle, as the knife slashes your throat,
and finally you lay at my feet, one last twitch as life departs.
Slowly my rage abates, the veil retreats, sanity returns,
my mind once again regains equilibrium.
There you still stand, sneering at me, daring me to do something,
awaiting some sort of response.
I shake my head as I walk to the door, "You're not worth it,"
I fling over my shoulder as I leave.