toxic

the toxic blood that runs 
through your veins
and pumps through your black heart
dusted with ashes
from the people you’ve burned
makes me sick
you swear that karma
will never catch up with you
but i think we both know it will
when you’re old & gray
brittle bones
made of cracking clay
and you can’t find
anyone to love
the valley of wrinkles
that run deep,
filled with lies and deceit
and streams
created by tears of regret

silence rings through your ears
there are no children here
no sounds of laughter,
no little boys roughhousing
and no little girls
having tea parties with dolls
no one to pass on the torch
but no one to pass on this curse of
only caring about yourself

you could’ve been 
the bigger person
all those years ago
but you weren’t
and now you must face the consequences

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