Rage in 12 lines.
Your face is nothing else but spit and blood held together by skin
Beneath that skin is a brain that is inept
It cant process anything but stupid thoughts that are as vile as your face.
Your face could seem pretty to people who havent seen you truly.
After all, we all have faces, but yours to me is especially foul.
Below your face is your chest. In your chest is a heart.
Maybe theres a heart, there would be no surprise if one was not found.
And if there is a heart, it is small, putrid, rotting.
I imagine its stench. It smells like a dead toad - on a hot beach- near a garbage tip.
This smell comes up through your empty insides- past your mythical heart, past your hollow spine
And escapes out of your loose-lipped mouth
Every. Time. You. Speak.