yikes
William Congreve once wrote: “Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.” – I think I know now what he meant.
Thanks PJ.

This is gorgeous, heartstring-tugging, hauntingly sad, as well as extraordinarily frightening. In other words, for what it is, it’s absolutely perfect.

Packed with raw pain. I felt a lot more than I read throughout this poem— and I think that’s the mark of honest emotion spilling forth into words.