Smashed Your Head, Made It All Juice

Smashed your head, made it all juice in my dream last night. I didn't know your bones were this weak, and that you would be all a million pieces of bones and broth under car tires. I wanted to change them all up as soon as I ran over you.

I was walking home one winter evening, thinking of all the ways I could hurt you physically without getting the authorities involved. I craved of harming you, ejaculating in anger, satisfaction in agony. There is, after all, pleasure in dominance. I hated your bangs, your smile, the sound of you laughing passing through all my insides.

Anger that is not acted upon is worthy of applause. I managed it! I didn't actually smash any heads (would probably do it if getting caught wasn't an issue - jokes - or really).

Fuck you. Oh, I have dreamt of it, too.

I hated the way I was replaced, like my existence was made into some tasteless memory, as of a dream.

Fuck you. I wish your head was smashed and made into all juice.



Maybe I am a highly violent human. Just not towards non-human animals. I love animals. Go vegan.

Fuck off, you suck