i hope you hate the environment i created
and it crushes you under the giant sun
i hope you rot
long into the hours
curled in snot

i forget a lot
the way love fades with the dying
i practice afterthought
of ways i want to hurt you
i’ll be gone before the shot
is ever heard by you
keep looking in your blind spot
i hope you lay awake at night haunted
like maggots feasting on regret
blood stains on the carpet

lying dead
a tub with golden faucet
but oh how the news can spread

and i’ll be there
wearing smiles on my threads

in a circle where no one stands
reciting dearly departed
near abandoned homes cleaner than my house

i hope you doubt
lose hair from all the worry

i pray out loud
toes dug in the earth
he ain’t got worth
head towards clouds

with moon glowing from curse
i hope it hurts
your bones, your soul and all of the works

like mountains forming sharp edges
ice forming from its ledges
but you are burning in the hearth

for all eternal ages
regret spinning back and forth
a quasar or iron fucking cages

i hope you burst

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Copyright © 2024 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

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side note: the dog triggered me thus poem

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julian date: 24005

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