If Revenge is a Dish
A poem
Published in
Aug 11, 2023
If revenge is a dish best served cold,
My tongue suffers frostbite from ravage untold.
The world never favored my ill-mannered spite,
Yet Revenge and I danced with the Devil all night.
My soul never sold during black market days.
My aesthetic must have scared the investors away…
Or lack there of, if ever I worried-
Calmed by the warmth from the wrath I left buried.
Dutchess Imprada 2023
