May the putrid actions attract beautiful karma
May the clump of used tissues smother you
May your voice be silenced by starving wolves
May the stench you thrive in become your jail
May the things you stole tie you with chains
May your internet lag and your game glitches
May all your cheating become exposed.
May the women you raped find salvation
May there come a day when the scars fade
May the bow of justice strike you in the frosty lump
You call a heart, for I cannot turn you in, for I
Would be seen as equally guilty when I made
You bleed between your legs out of self-defence
And I kicked you so hard...your pants turned brown
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 days ago in Petlife
Comments (3)
That was soooo intense! I wish this upon whoever did us wrong. Loved your poem!
Wow, karma can be the greatest revenge
Wow, so powerful, Chloe! I hope writing this helped release something deeper.