*roar*

I'm in a fowl mood
Yes fowl
I want to dismember chickens
Scatter the blood from their necks
Draw the circle of protection
With grandfather's bone knife
Blood magick to keep me inside
To protect her from my rage
She's charged up my credit card
Never told me what she did
Imagine my shock at the balance
I hate you I hate you I hate you
Eight thousand dollars on what?
On what?
On what?
So much for vacation
I'm so angry
So betrayed
That bitch
Fucking little cunt-faced bitch
I want to bury her in the river
But I will bury my rage instead
And find my revenge
I'll pay it forward
I'll cut her off
No more giving!
Why, when she always wants
More
And Takes