Red

I want to kill you.

I want to hit your head with a hammer, repeatedly, until your face is unrecognizable, I want to smash your skull to pieces, I want to step on your disgusting brain with my shoes and clean them in your bathroom rug.

I want to tear apart every one of your limbs in your shower, pull your flesh apart from your bones and make broth in your kitchen with them.

I want to grind your meat or maybe burn it to make fertilizer. I could smash your bones and give the powder to the plants in your little garden.

I could give the broth to a group of stray cats, give your flesh to a group of stray dogs. Maybe I could fertilize all the plants around your neighborhood with your ashes.