They called me birdbrain.
I was their punchbag and aunt Sally.
I tried my best to be complacent.
All in vain — they left me shipwrecked to my failures.
I remember every name and every word they said.
They are all complicit, and I have kept a tab on them.
Stockpiling the chemicals I’m ready now.
I attach the last of the wires to the pressure cookers.
Tomorrow it’s reunion and they are all confirmed.
I know that they will tell me how they really liked me,
maybe some will show remorse.
But for them …
it will be too late.
This picture really gave me some challenge, but if nothing else works go for the creepy.
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October 11, 2017