Oh, you little
deformed monster
writhing inside me
when it doesn’t go
his way
clawing at the walls
of my skin when I say
NO, we are NOT drinking
again
Moaning and gargling spittle
through foul breath, shrieking
as the light of day
forces me to
get out of bed
You slimy little pest
that feeds on
comfort and euphoria
I will be dead soon but
I will kill you
first