Poetry for someone you hate, because there are too many poems about love

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You’ve metastasized in my thoughts like
a hardened lump
under the soft skin of my breast

You’re like a pile of feces that has steeped
for hours
in piss and water
The stench building underneath the toilet lid
waiting to dissipate
A filmy residue building up along the waterline

You’re a cow I’d like to send to slaughter

Honesty is a God-given trait and you are a demon
With goat horns and rotten breath,
gnashing of teeth that’ll fall out your head

I thought I came to terms with the fact that you’re who you are
But I haven’t and I won’t and I want to hit you with my car