Oh, darling.

Sweet one, you've not a clue,
of the things I wish.

The things,
the things I wish upon you.

Maybe not then, but definitely now,
after all that you've put me through.

May you wake on a bed of nails,
and watch in horror as they press into your skin.

May your hair catch fire and burn to your scalp,
oh darling, may you never have hair again.

I'm done wishing well,
and hoping things work out.

The strings inside this girl have broken,
may the unraveling begin.