Dear Mid-fucking-Ranger,
I want to reach down below, rip out that creature with my hand and watch it rise through my fingers like a phoenix from the flames. Let it swallow you whole. Have it wrap its’ tendrils around you, just like yours did with me. I want to watch as it suffocates the life from you – the power – let it show YOU entitlement.
I’ll watch that reptilian smile slowly corrode on your many faces as the life gets drained from each one of them. What did you say??? I can’t fucking hear you over the sound of reality, killing your façade. You will have to speak up as I’m concentrating on the dulcet tones of your truth, getting louder and louder.
Oh no, you’re fading.
Hold on to my words…
I’m the one who loves you, no matter what. Remember?
Oh fuck, you could never hold onto words. Not from the heart – so they can’t save you.
Oh well. There’s a sale on at DFS. See ya.