I Hate You

A poem written when I was 19.

You are the smell of the rotting animal
locked in a cement box
I have the key

You are the maggots that crawl from the meat
lying in the hot sun
I burn you

You are the leper whose sores
ooze with puss and blood
I throw you in salt water

You are the vomit of the father who realizes
he has just eaten the flesh of his child
I laugh at you

You are the dead who never rest
because of what you did
I send you to hell

You are the old and foul
sitting in your own waste
I am glad

You are the bones I shatter with my eyes
and break with the slice of my tongue

You are a FUCKER
Helpless
and pitiful-
Now that I know.