Perfect Revenge Porn
I want to exorcise the joy you caused,
The misery, and every smell of you.
Some gloating and sadistic god has paused
My memories and I can’t escape that view
Displayed inside my head. I need a priest
To do the rituals to cleanse my nose
And heart. He needs to wipe the stench of beast
And love away. I’m in the spasming throes
Of pathetic self-pity, revolting.
The spiritual infection that you are
Requires Christ’s Gennesaret swine jolting.
I’ll prefer it if the rite leaves a scar
The shape of you but hollowness complete.
Ideal that bitterness would be, all sweet.