I Blocked the Bitch!

I blocked the bitch.

I blocked the bitch.

I stopped the bitch.

I locked off the bitch.

I dropped the bitch.

Cut off the bitch.

Read the bitch and shocked the bitch.

Keep your one sided activities, ignorant mindset and lack of complete narrative. I don’t need any of it.

The understanding that you are who you are: means that I’ll always grow being true to myself.

Salty Saturdays: Basically!

The bitch borrowed money for reasons she failed to list.

But we saw her with her nails done!

Shellac, she hash-tagged the life out of, even managing to upload a short video explaining her ‘fit,’ for today’s LET’S VALIDATE MELLISA LOOK!

But then that second text came through:

Hey, Hun

Hope you’re good?

I was wondering if you could lend me £60, please?

I have no food left and I need to get some bits in for my kids.

I know I’ve already borrowed £30 but I can give it all back next Friday when I get paid.

Xxxxx

The bitch asked for more money, this time stating its for food for her kids. She has two.

But her latest post shows she’s spending coins in Armani.

Armani life, she hash-tagged with 29 Armani related tags that followed. A new purse was purchased, I guess that was to store borrowed money inside.

I read the message.

I logged onto Just Eat and ordered a waffle with syrup and vanilla ice-cream

Basically.

Salty Saturdays: The Mom

The mom called her daughter a bitch.

She spat on her and accused her of sleeping with her best friend and another.

The mom punched her daughter multiple times in the head. She stuffed her mouth with cotton and wished her dead.

The mom choked her daughter and labelled her ugly. She felt that being dark was ugly. If you ain’t light then you ain’t right! Right?

The mom showered her daughter with negative thoughts. She always told her that she is nothing and will always be nothing.

The mom left marks on her daughter. Other moms agreed with the parts she shared with them. They spoke louder so the daughter could hear how disappointed they were with how she ‘treated,’ her mother.

The mom played the victim when confronted with facts.

The mom made sobbing noises on the phone to her friends. But her eyes remained tearless.

The mom blamed the daughter for everything bad in her life.

The daughter prayed and prayed and prayed.

Her eyes are so puffy from all the crying.

The mom lied and cried and lied some more. Her stories spread like a virus.

Salty Saturdays: Maybe – 27.02.2021

Maybe you eat the chicken raw if the chicken is what you like.

Maybe I cut the phone because I hate social connections.

Maybe you drink out of a larger cup because you’re greedy and don’t give a fuck that there’s nothing left for the rest of us.

Maybe I raise my eyebrows at you, for hoarding your shit. I hate it. All of it.

Maybe you apologise for being a dick and then wank yourself with an old sock.

Maybe, I’m just overthinking the possibilities? I mean, didn’t you say you were vegan?

EXCLUSIVE: Malefic Mondays – Everything

Our love began back when the days were long, and hate was short-lived.
My kisses gave you life.
You were dying from being broken down, by a dazzling fraudster. Bitch bred and fled with many bricks.
My kisses opened your mind to my amazing inoculations.
You suck on my lips like you know where to find my sweet elixir. I giggle, I’m ticklish.
I’m cheesy as fuck, but I’m everything.

I’m our sky.
I’m our clouds.
I’m our rain.
I am an abundant quantity of oxygen.

You inhale my presence deeply.
I’m toxic.
I’m ugly.
I’m detrimental.
I’m viral.
I hold a plethora of bad omens.

You exhale love, each special moment.

At the 96th hour, I let go.
You cry as warmth increases to a high wave of heat.

Sorry, not sorry.
I have no time for your ignorance.
I have no patience for your questions.
Babe, you’re a damn good kisser.
But I can’t muster the energy to understand your deceit.
Talkin’ bout, you want more and more from my half of this partnership. But you gave me unread messages, ignored phone calls and divided time, love and appreciation.

Your heart is beating faster and faster, beating your insides and showing your nonsense out.

Pause.
I can hear the angels calling you.
Only, the deal I made with Lucifer, meant that as your heart pounds you to death, your soul will be absorbed by nothing and no one.
It’ll flow around our world aimlessly and unseen.

I have no sympathy for you personally.

I am everything and everything is Unique.