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  • Haylee Caserta

I would prefer it if you hated me

so that I’d have something to prove to you.

Your indifference burns a thousand suns more

than any fire of repugnance.

Your small-talk and polite smiles

twist acid-doused knives deep into my guts.

Hate me! Loathe me! Abhor my stinking rotten spirit!

Wish death upon me!

Bear I'll will upon my lineage, my confounded bloodline—

Poison my wine

and seek your most passionate vengeance!

Hate me, I beg—

as deeply and as scornfully

as I adore you.


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