NaPoWriMo2015 – The Wish (17th April)

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I wished you the worst,
in the way
that only a fifteen year old girl can.
A filthy, sticky wish,
born of spite and venom,
bred in a new-broken heart.
My wish wielded claws,
gnashed its teeth,
threatened a suffocating doom.

Near twenty years later
a lifetime down the line
I check back,
see that you got
everything I wished for you:
deaths, destruction
heartbreaks galore;
my fifteen year old
appetite for revenge
lies stuffed, bloated,
uncomfortable.

This was supposed
to be a victory.
It rings sadly hollow.

Be careful what you wish for,
even if it is for someone else.

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