Burn

I hope he burns with guilt
and shame
and fear
and agony
after ripping my heart
out of me, bleeding,
and staring blankly at me
as if to ask,
why do you care
without your heart?
I hope he festers
and stews
and decays
into nothingness and pain.
My only crime
was to be blind
to ignore the demon in him
and see only the man.
But the demon rules,
and I want to watch him burn.

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