Bitter
When you look at me I hope
You choke on your shame,
Taste regret,
Feel my vitriol.
I hope shame sits like a rock in your throat,
Crushing your lungs.
I hope it seals your airways,
Like your derision closed mine.
I hope regret is tart and cloying,
Indelible on your tongue.
I hope it leaves an aftertaste;
I hope it tinges all your senses.
I hope my vitriol burns you,
Like eyes on your back.
Let my bitterness become a revenant,
A remnant, to haunt you when I’m gone.
Most of all,
I hope you hurt,
The way you hurt me.
