The Borderline Killer, a fragment

After the sex 
She showers in his bathtub all relaxed 
The only reason she stays with him, 
Is to feel my comfort and rest 
She is into the biggest test 
Money through embarrassment 
Money through fake love 
Money through of being her soul sold 
All the stories her biggest idol told 
She loved her life as if she was her 
But Taylor is mine and work together 
As she got a little gift from the surgeon to spy on Taylor 
I sneak into that hidden door 
And open our gates 
They can’t get though 
Never Sophie 
Who sold her body to the man of my pelvis surgery 
She dared to come close 
And even go inside of my nose 
To not smell like the punished criminal 
So I wipe myself clean with imagining them 
My waste becomes them 
With Sharia I punish them 
Will never see them 
Again 
Court has a plan 
To save me 
From two Gypsies 
Who just discovered the internet 
Modern times 
And think eating it is to get close to it 

— my poor body 
My dear lottery 
Who gets my lucky key 
To go inside? 

Nadiya