An acrid taste fills my mouth at the merest thought of you.
An inane urge to be sick occupies the movie reel in my mind.
The reel broadcasting memories, laughter, hurt and most of all bitterness
You would like that, wouldn’t you?
Watching me become sickened at the mere thought of you.
Watching me fight my inner impulses.
Watching the hatred set my eyes ablaze but also a dull flicker in the darkness of my eyes revealing my fear at the knowledge you hold.
The knowledge to hurt me in so many ways.
You’ve forgotten dearest, I hold the same knowledge,
The same knowledge that could tear apart your supposedly perfect world.
The same knowledge that could shatter your precious life as you know it.
The same knowledge but somehow the knowledge I hold, has more power than yours.
Is it not ironic?
The same knowledge we share could hurt you much more than it could ever begin to hurt me?
Yes, I may be plagued with bitter memories, at the merest thought of you, but I will not spend my life dwelling on such an abysmal waste of life such as yourself.
Enjoy your life as short as it may be all the best to you and your family.
Open your mouth and I’ll open mine.
Keep your secrets and I’ll keep mine.
You had your chance.
The deed is done.
Your only choice is to run.
I’ll see you one day in the bowels of the earth,
I cannot wait, for that’ll be your curse.