I have this one picture of You
from sixth grade.
Whenever I feel I'm slipping,
I dig it up.
I have always wished You
health and happiness.
But there was always this part of me,
as big as my pinky toe
that wished you misery...
So you would
Hunger for me
Hunt for me
Devour me
Once again.
I will take this guilt to my grave.
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