Backstabber

by Evan Jimenez

You see that little runt

Cowering behind the law

I intend to make him bleed

I want to carve into his stomach

I crave his screams of agony

Won’t you please hear me out

Isn’t this what we both desire

To rid ourselves of a certain tiny snitch

Who’d rat us out If he didn’t fear us

You know what happens

To fugitives like us