You Ill
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1 min readJul 30, 2020
In all honesty,
I wish
I could say
I didn’t wish
You ill.
But that,
In truth,
Would be
A lie.
Vengeance is
Not mine.
But suffering,
I could share.
As you pant,
Fevered cheek
To cold tile,
Dying to live,
Will you think
Of me,
Or someone,
Anyone but
Yourself?
You’ll never know
Unless you try.