The Curse

for services unsolicited

for a life you just passed by

for favour seldom given

for love you hoped to die

i slit the neck

and bleed the bat

and add some common rye

with eyeless worm

and words cut short

i spit into the dye

i spread the sign

upon your door

with horse hair dipped in this

to curse you once or maybe twice

that never may you die

but watch your face before your eyes

grow sadder with

each passing life

as friends and lovers disappear

pain slashing like a knife

i curse you so

for as you know

our time together ended

when you first said

you’re better off dead

than spend a life with me

so now my pain i leave this way

emblazoned on your door

i have no time to ask you why

and less to yet forgive

and now i’m done

my pain is gone

this pond before me calls

i sink beneath its beckoning chill

my heart is full and thrilled

to know that wounds

i’ve left behind

will fester on

and never seem to heal.

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