I am the beast of burden,
the punching bag on which you unleash your anger and bitterness.
I am the whore,
the bought and paid for, for your convenience.
I am the deep-throater,
going down on your phallus of anger as you carelessly ejaculate into me.
I am the impregnated,
the womb of angry-bitter off-spring.
I am the desperate,
the carrier of the unwanted, trying to abort.
I am the vermon infested,
rotting away in anger.
I am the stinking decaying corpse,
eaten from the inside out.
I am the free meal,
to maggots of anger sucking me dry.
I am a Frankenstein,
your disfigured creation of anger and bitterness.
I am the one you “loved”