That Bastard

He stole my clock
And wound it forwards
Laughing to himself.

That Bastard.

He snuck into my room
In the middle of the night
And gave me grey hairs.

That Bastard.

He put something in my food
And gave me aches and pains so that
My joints hurt in the winter.

That Bastard.

I looked in the mirror,
He'd stolen my reflection
And replaced it with an older, wrinkled version.

That bastard.

I blinked for a minute
And ten years later
I opened my eyes and thought,

You Bastard.

by beautifuldisaster
posted on 10/05/2009