I must have been an asshole
in a previous life—
broke hearts out of boredom,
crushed dreams to relieve the tedium of the day,
tortured every wretched soul I met.
Maybe I ate live babies for breakfast
and waterboarded toddlers
to while away the mornings,
found somebody’s grandmother in the afternoons
and hid her glasses before stealing all of her memories,
as a prank.
I plausibly teased people past decorum about their phobias,
made fun of girls who unexpectedly got their periods,
shamed the poor kids about their clothes,
and sold my own mother into slavery.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Letter to my Daughter
You have a choice to make here: are you going to continue the cycle, or are you going to break it? Keeping your son away from me hurts him; there’s no question about that. I thought you were being hurt, and I was trying to protect you, not punish anyone when I kept your grandfather away from you. I have said that I was wrong and I am sorry, but there was never any malice involved.
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Comments (5)
You have a lot of karma to work off in this life. Stop watching the horror movies you love, because they give me the creeps. Think that you were a forest fairy and sang with the birds. Oh my, oh my, I keep getting goosebumps, my dear vampire.
I know how you feel, sending hugs, I feel I am being forced out of here
Hugs. Hope you're okay, lass. Some of this was so brutal it made me laugh lol
Wow… that’s intense. Makes you really think about past mistakes and guilt.
Bad day?