wonderfull

as i lay contemplating my own mortality…

deep in the childlike goth guy vibe…

there comes a knock on my door…

it was him…

he who usurped my marriage…

he who had the privilege of being the last man on gods green earth…

to have sex with my wife…

my hand went for the cleaver i keep by my door…

less clean than a gun and more enjoyable to wield…

he had a pair of boxes in his hands…

he told me they were her things…

speech left me…

when i did it was vulgar, crass and unsympathetic…

i would parry his verbal defenses of what he did to my marriage with a litany of worn out morals and irrelevant decency…

and then it struck me…

i was not the only person to have lost her…

there was more to this than my pain…

so i let him speak…

he told me of their affair from beginning to end…

i watched as his pain flew from him…

i saw him come to peace…

i asked him to set the boxes down..

and he did..

and as he did i beat him without mercy…

there was no order, no goal…

i wanted his blood on my hands in my soul…

i dont think there would be charges…

i told him if there were…

i would punish him…

i am an evil person…

but this time… this time i liked it…