Dark poem.

When the trouble began,

and terror did win.

You must have had,

Quite a laugh.

But didn’t realize

Deep feelings awaken the Past.

Erase memories from the brain,

but the past still lives,

in our DNA.

You didn’t mention,

The truth,

You knew.

They covered it up,

under a rug.

Add fentanyl,

memories begone.

Easier for them,

to not have to change.

Their opinion of you,

Was everything

Those days.

Watch me burn,

Was right on your cue.

Language spoken,

Facial expressions,

Photographic memory,

They imprint the truth,

In their own clues.

When one domino goes,

The rest follow suite.

And your circus is set,

to lose by way of the truth.

20 years later,

different name,

different number.

She asked me if I knew

what you did in 2000 too?

I thought,

What an odd thing to ask,

But a blank screen

Was all that I got.

I had no clue,

What she had planned,

With psychopath number 3.

This would add to the dirt,

You think you washed off,

By going to church

and smiling a lot.

A smirk on your lips,

and her lips too.

Would tell me the truth,

In 2022.

Language is funny.

It imbeds the truth.

Reveals many years later

What psychics knew.

She wanted me to know,

That she knew.

The cruelty games

that she would ensue.

For her to win the award

of Mean Girls meets

How to Get Away With Murder

Times 2.