She sits on her classroom throne
Remembering the evil she had done
And those affected by it.
To her, people were replaceable.
But there’s got to be someone
Something
I can take to tip her crown of thorns
And the scales in our favor
She will get hers, reminds karma
Attempting to delay my revenge
But I want to be the one to give her hers
Wrapped in rose colored paper
Dyed with the blood of bleeding hearts
And angry heads
At the fault of her tyranny.
I want to take the breath from her lungs
Force her into asphyxiation
That still will not compare to mine
The best part is, though-
She won’t win hers back.
We are no longer playing a game
Because I have already won
Without the slightest glimmer of remorse
That she may have been unaware of the rules
Dear Queen,
Enjoy your palace
While
It
Lasts.