catharsis

You readied for the strike
Straight to the heart
Clean, cold
Ruthless, bold
A strike
You’d practiced …so many times
It was second nature

By now
You’d gotten bored 
Of the standard
Single strike to the vitals
You’d meticulously 
Made yourself aware 
Of every possible kill point
You were the best at it too
You’d do them right nasty,
Toy with them awhile

And when their struggles and cries
No longer amused you
…you’d rip their hearts out by the roots 
…and stomp them 
Until they beat no more
C2