I can imagine --
He SEES
Himself
Lounging IN
Our house
While my son
Lives ON
The streets
COLD
He SEES
Himself
Sleeping on
Our furniture
While my son
Sleeps ON --
Newspaper &
Cardboard
In an alley
DARK
SCARED
In a shelter
Besieged
Confused
He SEES
Himself
Disposing
Of our things
Using my son's
Toys AS --
Trashcans &
Toilet reciprocals
My son's --
Clothing
As potty paper
For HIS
Stalker behind
And my son's --
Stuffed animals
As stalker
Nose hankies
Laughing it UP
His victory
He is SICK
Deranged
Demented
BEYOND --
Salvation
He is --
Despicable
Megalomaniac
Without --
Conscience
His IS --
A sociopath
After those --
Innocents
Easy Pickens
Nothing else
And he's SEEN
This fantasy
For two years
NOW.
By Lady Lost
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