• Dearest Diary,

    She’s standing there.
    The rain is pouring.
    You'd look at her and say:
    "What a waste."
    Everything is ruined.
    It’s not from the sky.
    It’s from her heart.
    Forever bleeding.
    Forever ruined.
    She’s grasping that note you wrote.
    Her teeth are clenched.
    Her fingers twitch in anger as she looks at it.
    She crumples it
    and thrusts it to the ground.
    She is done with your lies.
    All the sobbing.
    The bleeding.
    She turns around
    to look up to the sky
    as she screams with agony.
    But much to your surprise,
    she is suddenly laughing
    A gruesome and cruel laugh.
    She runs down the dirt road,
    to where home is
    only to find out that the door is locked
    and no one is home.
    She's completely soaked.
    She rushes to the garage
    to find shelter.
    But to what she finds instead...
    Sweet revenge...
    ...A shovel.
    Glistening in the gloomy surroundings.
    Her hand barely touches the handle
    and already she can feel it.
    Her mind is alive.
    When you answered to the pounding on your door
    that dismal afternoon,
    what were you expecting?
    Yet you opened it.
    Her hand grabbed your hair by the roots
    and violently yanked
    dropping you to the ground.
    She laughs — So high pitched.
    Your eardrums even shout in protest.
    I still remember that look on her face
    when she raised the shovel.
    I guess you were surprised
    when she murdered you that night.
    I saw the whole thing.
    Heard the sickening crunch of your head
    when It was smashed by the shovel.
    I almost shrieked.
    But her laughter was too loud.
    I ran then.
    Far away and didn’t stop.
    I remember the next morning.
    It was in the papers:
    “Man Killed By Local Insane Woman”
    If they only knew the half of it...
    ...Right?
    That was years ago.
    She got sent to life in prison.
    Even had her baby there.
    You got here pregnant,
    you b*****d.
    Now don’t you tell anyone.
    But I know in my heart,
    you got what you deserved.
    It’s almost as if...


    I am...


    ..you...