I do not feel like rhyming today
Too much black in my body.
I wonder

is he missing from under the bridge?
-because a troll is underneath me.
I think he desires a piece of my flesh:
a stained, abused, rotting piece.

Who gave him a keyboard so he can type with sour fingers,
those fingers who have never touched someone before,
that are attached to eyes who have seen abandonment by
I don't know

A father? Someone close?
I don't want to assume that his back is full of scars
but
a reason to hate is easier for me to cope
than knowing his computer screen is a movie theater 

selling tickets
under the bridge