Anatomy of curse🍂

I curse your eyes. I wish for them to go dry as a drought. I want the grief to back up inside you, flooding your chest, drowning your heart in the tears your eyes refuse to shed.

I curse your ears. You used words like weapons on me, so I wish for the world to sharpen its tongue against you. I hope you hear things so cruel they make my memories seem kind.

I hope every I love you whispered to you sounds like static, and every silence sounds like abandonment.

I curse your lips. I wish for a thief to come in the night and steal your smile. I want the muscles of your mouth to forget how to curve upward. May every kiss you taste from this day forward taste like ash, like rust, like the bitter regret of what you threw away.

I curse your skin. I hope it forgets the feeling of warmth. I hope that when someone new touches you, you flinch because it feels like a violation, because your body remembers that it belongs to a ghost.

And finally, I curse your heart. I don't want it to stop beating. That would be too easy. I want it to beat, but only to pump the guilt through your veins. I want it to ache with a heaviness that never lifts, a constant, dull throb behind your ribs that reminds you, with every single pulse: You did this. You deserve this.

I hope every smile you fake cracks a little more of your soul. I pray that happiness always feels like it’s rented, like it’s about to be snatched away at any second because deep down, you know you don't deserve it.

I want the guilt to sit on your chest like a stone that gets heavier every single year until you can't breathe. I want you to scream in a room full of people and have no one hear you.

I see you standing there. I see you pouring acid over your own skin. I watch you melt away, drop by burning drop, until the beauty that fooled me is gone.

I see the poison eating you, making deep holes in your bones, turning you into dust.

But the scariest part isn't the sight of it. The scariest part is that I feel nothing. Your destruction feels too small. My words might never reach you but one day my curse will find its way to your door.