I am in the bathroom
Cowering, quivering, shaking
Within my stomach begins an eruption
I am surviving
The bluish liquid spills forth from my mouth the toxic cleanser
Tastes so fine perhaps I’ll have to make another
Windshield, washer, cocktail
Retracing the events which lead me here
To this psych ward I’m not convinced
But everyone is so confident
That I’m right where I belong
That bitch, that cunt, that whore
Did she think I’m idiot (yes, she did)
That I wouldn’t find out
A replacement, a clone of perfection
Had snuck in and took shape
A snake. a fiend once friendly
How could that be faked?
My own flesh and blood repelled me Altered and strangled
Cast me out
That’s when I picked up the knife
I shushed her quiet then stabbed her quickly 19 times
I kept my five-year-old son
My precious for last
The blade was slippery his sister’s blood was everywhere
I made quite the mess you see
That’s when it hit me The realization of what I’ve done
Searching frantically I couldn’t locate the apparatus
To plant it straight into my heart, I began to panic
Then shaking, sobbing, I discovered my liquid hold
Rest eternal alongside my own
The father, daughter and the son
Never apart eternity all together
With none to oppose
I wish I were fucking dead
I should be fucking dead
I’m the monster
I’m the beast
I’m the one who killed his own
But yet somehow I am still free