I’ll use that b*tche’s bones as toothpicks

I'll use her intestines as a jump rope

I’ll use her eye fluid as mouthwash

I'll use her skull as a soup bowl

i’ll use a recording of her death screams as white noise to listen to while i sleep

I'll use her eyeballs as ping pong balls

i’ll use her esophagus as a bendy straw

I'll use her tongue as a guitar pick

ill use her stomach as a shopping bag

I’ll put her heart in a jar and use it as a movie prop