I'm Finally Clean of You

Wipe that fucking martyr look right off your face. You're a parasite in a dress,

a goddam disgrace. You didn't sacrifice, you traded my soul for a seat

on a throne and a sense of control. Every hug was a cage,

every kiss was a bribe. I'm sick of the venom you love to prescribe.

You're a ghost in the hallway, a knife in the bed. I'm counting the

days till you're finally dead. And I said it. I hope you

choke on the guilt! I hope you wanted the house that you built.

Burn the pictures, bury the name of the one thing you'll never reclaim.