Revenge
Burning, Blazing, Blistering.
The sweet taste of revenge
Coats every inch of my throat.
Scorching, Searing, Sizzling.
Eyes on fire,
I can't breathe.
My target is all I see.
Seeking you out.
I'm not scared.
I'm ready.
But not ready for this feeling to stop.
I look away from you,
Smiling.
With the sweet taste of revenge on my tongue,
And my eyes on fire.
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