A Girl's Collection

Seething

The anger I feel from the sound of your voice gives me another line to another story.
The rage that grows in my chest blazes at its brightest when I hear your breathing.
My heart rate pounds at the images of you suffering over and over again.
My lullaby during the day has formed from the imaginary screams of pain that emanate from your lungs.

I dream in a realm made of thoughts and ideas.
I sleep in a room burning to the sound of your heart rate slowing.

The time you have been gone from my sight has been the most peaceful.
Without your tyrannical hold on people's souls, we relaxed.
Finally breathing deeply and slowly.

I have never held so much hatred against the memories of another. I have never ground my teeth together in the presence of your laughter.
I've never hated someone so much

Until now.
Not until you crawled into my life from the depths of hell.
Cackling loudly in my ear while you tore out my heart through my throat.

My face twitches in the overwhelming smell of your perfume.
The tone of English you use has now become that annoying repeated song.
Your voice cuts through the crowd and rattles in my head to the point that I rub my temples in hopes of release.
My fists clench at the reminder that I once called you a friend.

But, you dared to throw me away like a candy wrapper.
You stomped on my plastic corners and rubbed me into the dirt.
Leaving me to contaminate people around me.
I don't want to contaminate others like you do.
They don't deserve to be broken.

But, you should be shredded and throw into the wind so you discarded pieces can forever be litter.