I decided to cut it off
any night,
the best crimes,
experts say:
"They are done coldly, taking care of the details."
Before that,
I told him that he was a born evil
with little sense of aesthetics,
and terrible intonation in public.
I reiterated that he could not bear
the Don Juan tone of him,
with that lineage
in using foolish words,
bombastic.
Always loathe that alphabet superiority
that inappropriate use of metaphor
and his usual unbearable soliloquy
of television protagonist.
I then put on the gloves,
like in serial killer movies
I took the tools off the counter,
I braced myself for the last act of him.
I opened each of its parts
how can only those who know
very good anatomy manuals.
I started to pull the vertebrae out of him,
one by one I was fraying the noblest parts of him,
the words fell on the floor
and they were streams of letters that seeing themselves in danger
they fled until they disappeared.
The remains of him, finally,
they were lying on the bed,
they were orphan letters without a mother
and without a roof
where to live.