Fiery Malevolence

I often think

about how I would destroy him.

I imagine him out at a bar

talking to a woman.

He has his hand on her thigh

and he's thinking he's going to get lucky.

And then I walk in.

I push between the two

with fire in my eyes

and poison on my lips

and I tell her all the things he did to my friend.

How he didn't hear the word no

and how he is the scum of the earth.

How he is a narcissist,

a gaslighter,

a manipulator,

an absolute fucking predator that shouldn't be alive.

I imagine her running from him

and the sense of pride I feel with

saving this woman from becoming a victim.

I hear him yelling at me

saying I had no right to say anything,

that it was a long time ago

and it's not that big of a deal.

I do not respond.

I do not fight with words.

What I do instead

is what I have wanted to do since the second I heard what happened.

Without a word

I slowly turn around,

take out a knife,

and cut off his dick.