The killer inside


His heart pounding
Evil crawling


She told him the relationship was over
While he recovered from his hangover

Next day

Hammer in hand
He took his stand


He struck her in the head
Now she laid down dead


He kissed her in the forehead
Blood now on his face instead

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.



    1. Hey there, I just thought of mixing it up, since the morning post was a joke, I figured to write this one. For crying outloud don´t you know me be now? Attachment to women is not really inside of me, love….. escapes me, except toward my mother the others come and go.
      As a matter of fact I´m the one that I feel used, they “sexme” and leave me the next day.
      By the way is that what I you call what I wrote, symbolism?

      1. Metaphoric, symbolic, call it what you want…you know I love your writing either way, just wanted to check in and make sure you didn’t need help burying a dead hooker or anything. That’s all, bud. And, by the way, you can’t blame a girl for wanting to “sexyou”…its the leaving part that makes her a bitch. 😘

      2. burying a dead hooker……. 🙂 You´re something, and for that matter so am I.
        I don´t blame them for leaving, as I said I´m like fast food, easy to get, taste good for a while, and easy to throw to the trash. Since if you eat it for too long you get tired of it and most likely ill.

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