I want him dead
I want him gone
I want his limbs ripped by a midivil cartwheel
and his still living torso burnt to ashes
I want him gone
I want the thread of thought that
leads to him
get eaten by a tape worm
may a whale swallow him whole
but even then the whale would lose its appetite
may he get thrown in a hole
with his mouth scotch taped
and his hands melted to a thread
so its bell would ring and ring until
It does no longer
until I pronounce his time of death
may he leave me alone
may he fear me
may he wake up with a pool of his own fluid
terrified of seeing me
with eyes shut
may they always stay shut
I had wished over and over
that the noose he’d had around his neck
did actually
snap him dead
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