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Dear Sadist

an angry poem

By Poppy Published about a year ago 1 min read
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I see through you

The dregs of power

You grasp with both hands

The way you wear it like

Some kind of crown

The blame you use

As a weapon and

The way you forge it

Into a faux halo

I see you

Flicking your forked tongue

And burning innocents

At the stake

By all means

Keep standing over

Your cauldrons

Mixing lies with

Denial and

Sprinkling it

With hypocrisy

By all means

Keep searching for

Love in cruelty

(You will never find it there)

We will all rise

From the ashes

And all you will

Succeed in doing

Is staining your own hands

An embarrassing shade of red

That just screams the word

Pathetic

Ode

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Poppy

poetry in progress

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  • Testabout a year ago

    cant go a day without reading your story

  • Missclickedabout a year ago

    nicely written!

  • Testabout a year ago

    Classic narcissist and gaslighter getting what they deserve!! Love this Poppy!!

  • Cathy holmesabout a year ago

    Hell yeah! Well done.

  • MT Poetryabout a year ago

    The way you describe it is sharp, and it really hits hard.

  • Very vivid… especially liked: “The blame you use As a weapon and The way you forge it Into a faux halo”✅

  • Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago

    I like it! These words cut like the knife those bullies deserve.

  • Daphsamabout a year ago

    Loved your use of imagery!

  • Yesssss, exactlyyyyyyy!! Staining their own hands is what they're doing!!

  • Rachel Deemingabout a year ago

    So many visual images here, Poppy. The crown, the forked tongue, the cauldron. Loved it.

  • Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago

    Agree with the rest, Poppy. Sadists are scary!

  • Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago

    It's like one of your superpowers is the ability to >see< intentions. ⚡♥️⚡

  • Cindy Calderabout a year ago

    Wow! Your poem packed a viscous punch that sounds as though it was well needed. I've, unfortunately known a few individuals over the course of my life who are much like the one represented herein.

  • Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago

    -Keep searching for Love in cruelty- That right there could be the title of the narcissist's anthem. Awesome work!!!

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