Your Karma, Me

An unrefined poem to the one I hate the most, for she deserves raw, unrefined hatred.

 

so many atrocities

I’d like to commit upon you

for the pain I’ve felt

you’ll be fortunate to never know

 

the haze of alcohol

and the plastic, swirling world

created by the “roofie”

slipped into the veins; unaware

stumbling in the hands of a stranger

groping at breasts; beneath the skirt

foul and vile and slimy with evil

 

the nightmares plague

my corpse upon the alter

violated by the wild-eyed priest;

strangers haunting my past

causing my sister to scream

her terror ripping through my chest

striking me still with fear;

the rushing of violation

swiftly toward me

and I cannot wake

 

as I try to tell you

words stick to my throat

choked down like acidic bile

How can I speak of it?

You’ll never understand

stumbling down the stairs

to find your father sleepless

staring at the hated television

for nightmares haunt him, too

 

But I force the unwanted

because we must be friends

And with your four words:

“You asked for it”

the cold fury wakens me

 

Throw you in a cold locked room
falling face-first to the floor
what they did to me, they'll do to you
screaming vengeance! more! more! more!

You didn't just stab me in the back
you broke every bone beneath your heel
and laughed

I don’t believe in hell

but now I wish I did

for the only after-life you “ask for”

is the wretched eternal heat

and flame and anger and sorrow

that is the mythical

Hell

 

Dedicated sincerely unto you

because I “asked for it;”

I sign this as simply:

Your Karma, Me

Author's Note

As noted, this is unrefined. Critique especially appreciated.

Reviews

[KayOss]

Wow... Such intense, unmitigated rage. Sadly, I can identify with the helpless rage that can be evoked when the victim is the one who is blamed. I read this and I found myself getting more and more angry. I can think of a few people I need to have read this; they so truly deserve it. I especially love your ending. You have a way of telling a story within poetry that is powerful and captivating; I loved it. However, watch formatting. Your font changes several times within this piece and it threw me for a loop. I can understand some changes. There is a shift in the stanza that begins "throw you in a cold locked room" that warrants changes in formatting. Also, the italics at the end are a nice touch. Other than that, be careful when formatting. Speaking of the end, I love the way you ended this piece. Very well done.

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

"I don't believe in hell, but now I wish I did" - Brilliant!! Very expressive in emotion! I hope to read more. Fingers snapping.......

[hey]

i love this
as I try to tell you
words stick to my throat
choked down like acidic bile
How can I speak of it?
You'll never understand
stumbling down the stairs
to find your father sleepless
staring at the hated television
for nightmares haunt him, too

the whole think is gorgeous passionate uninhibited anger. its beautiful. Christ I wish I could write like this.

[Violet Rose]

Pure rage and hatred warmly courses through these words. The only word that threw me off was "slimy". I love the ending - a vision of damnation from a hurting, hating heart. Well done and kudos.

[Wildecat]

This is a powerful poem, with a powerful message. Sad when this kind of stuff happens. Nice write.

[Natalie C]

Oh wow, unrefined, no way, this piece sure packs a bitter sweet punch which I hope not many of your readers has experienced before, however I think what happened didn't hurt nearly as much as the betrayal for the one person you trusted and depended on in life, that is why I thought this stanza was so fitting

I don't believe in hell
but now I wish I did
for the only after-life you "ask for"
is the wretched eternal heat
and flame and anger and sorrow
that is the mythical
Hell

Brilliant piece of writing, I wouldn't think of changing one single word in this piece

Thank you for submitting!

[Lyra H]

Well done!