Revenge Poem by Casey Gochnour

Blade dancing along fingertips,
Dragging it through your tender lips…
Fear grips your heart and eyes widen,
The lady of the knife, your welcoming siren.

Gently through flesh, guiding blood out,
Gushing, rushing, you let out a shout…
My fucking knife won’t go deep enough into your throat,
Your blood collects around us together as a moat.

Stab harder! The voices scream,
Spill her blood, create a stream!
Don’t forget what she did to you!
Thoughts back in his head, and now he knew.

It was her on that fateful night,
It was all her fault, she started the fight.
It was her with him, she kissed him first,
Now it’s my turn to quench my thirst.

Into her stomach, the blade stabbed deep,
Sputtering blood from her neck as she continued to weep.
He licked her tears and forced the knife to twist,
Then her mouth opened and he leaned in for her to be kissed.

Eyes wide, nothing but pain and torment from her being,
Surprise, surprise! The voices were right with foreseeing.
They knew she’d be excited, but for the final act,
She never saw it coming, as a matter of fact.

Pulling her head back with her hair, roots coming loose,
He finally found a way to put gasoline to good use.
Pouring over her delicate frame,
Voices cooing for her to be placed the blame.

All along it felt all so right, drowning her in blood and gas,
And it still did, but it was missing something… glass.
Reaching around for a bottle, I smashed it against the wall,
She was my little toy, my dead little doll.

Playfully I dragged the glass over her skin to bleed,
I love drawing! And now I’m feeling more greed…
I want more! More! The voices demand it!
Poured gasoline down her throat’s slit.

The flames sparked and flew high,
That’s the last fucking time you lie.
The last fucking time.