Nobody deserves the abysmal alone the way you do.
For all the flesh gnawing fucks I’ve tusseled with, none had barbs quite as venomous as you.
None had bicuspids quite as razor sharp as you.
I missed it the first time, but to be fair, I had been drinking since 2002.
I’d like to believe a more focused version of me would have torn off your fucking face like a cheap rubber mask, but knowing you, it would only have bought me your attention.
And to know I’d cleared the exit, not once, but twice. Twice I made it out and allowed it to become a revolving door.
I had to have been in a fugue state. I had to have been comatose.
I’m zipping the hellmouth shut behind me, grabbing the latchkey from your lackey and burning this motherfucker to the ground.
It isn’t enough to simply leave this place.
It will come back for you in your sleep if you allow it to stand.
My very own private hell, and you, some two-bit Pennywise.
Rest in piss, or worse.
I’m turning this whole hellhole to ash.
The two-bit Pennywise…..💜💜💜