To You, O Father of Mine

One day, I hope that you burn 

In a house fire. I hope

That it is a jilted lover

Who sets you ablaze.

I hope that it is she,

Who steals from you what you want to keep.

I hope that it is she, who is karma,

Who will make you reap what you have sown.

I hope that you die a painful death,

Though I know what it takes from me,

To wish such a thing.

 

One day, I hope that you drown. 

I hope that you feel the fire

Inside of your lungs, as you beg

For one last breath.

I hope that one day, water will cleanse you and suffocate you,

Because you need to be cleansed,

And I want you to suffocate.

 

One day, I hope that you feel the pain

Of a withering body.

I hope that time is not just a construct of human thought,

But a fact.

I hope that it takes your sight so that you can't see,

I hope that it takes your legs so that you can no longer walk,

I hope that it steals from you what you want to keep.

 

One day, I want you to look me in the face and tell me how sorry you are.

I want you to feel how horribly empty those words will be,

I want you to feel how horribly sad that you are.

I want you to tell me that you're sorry,

So that I may rip your skin from your bones,

To show the world, to show myself,

That you are vulnerable,

That you are mortal.

 

In the face of Death,

I want you to feel the way that I did, as a child,

When you told me that you would find me and burn my house down, 

If I ever called you again.

I want you to burn in a house fire,

Thought I know what it takes from me to wish such a thing.

This poem is about: 
Me
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