Abby the Stabby - 13 (Final)

It's three in the morning, and no one's awake,

But Abby the Stabby's had all she can take;

But first a quick detour, to see mother dear,

And whisper so quietly into her ear,

"Wake up," she mutters, fist wrapped in mom's hair,

Duct taping her to an old kitchen chair,

"I'm going to kill him tonight. You should know

How the whole evening is going to go:

First you and I (I'll drag you, don't worry--

I've got enough time, so there's no need to hurry)

Are going to go see your precious boyfriend:

I want you to watch his life come to an end.

This monster, who revelled in violence and rape,

I'm going to peel off his skin like a grape,

And you need to see it. Keep your eyes open,

Unless you don't mind if your fingers are broken."

(Mom's screaming her head off, for all that it matters;

The tape keeps her quiet until her hope shatters),

"It won't make a difference -- your boy is too wasted --

The end is so near, Mom... so close I can taste it;

And when all the violence and murder is done,

With just you and me left to wait for the sun,

I'll beat you until your life hangs off the edge,

Then bash in your skull with a twenty pound sledge;

I know, mom. I'm sorry -- but unfortunately,

This is the way things are going to be;

Don't try to lie (I can smell your denial),

Each word that you say makes you all the more vile.

You sold me out, Mother -- sold me to HIM,

And gave him a license to follow his whim,

It's all over now, though -- at least for this guy,

If I were you, Mother, I'd say goodbye."

Eyes wide with terror, mouth hung in shock,

Mother goes silent, unable to talk,

Watching as Abby approaches her dude

Remarking, "You looked at me like I was food,

Took what you wanted until you were spent,

Regardless of whether I gave you consent --

Until you got winded and left through the door,

And left me there crying -- well, not anymore.

The knife flashes quickly, in slashes and cuts,

She opens his throat and unzips all his guts

Arms flailing wildly, blood coating the walls

(I can't even say what she did to his balls...)

And once he's exhaled for the very last time

(A moment that signals the end of this rhyme),

She cuts Mother free, with nothing to say,

And waits for the white coats to take her away...

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