Incantation
Briana Queen
Today I lay a curse upon you
A curse that will leave you
Famished for me
With every waking breath
A curse that, with dark ichor
Will poison your dreams
Until your paradise is lost
I curse you to
See me
In every pretty face
Hear me
In every melody
And feel my gaze
Of the scorned lover
In every reflective surface
I curse you to imagine
Whose company I might keep
Over and over again
Until you’re so sick
Of the possibilities
that you almost choke…
But I will not curse you to death
In my book of spells
I have ripped out the rune
for mercy
Instead, I curse you
To suffer without me
While I thrive
Without you
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