Coming For Y'all

I am not healing in love and light.

I heal in blood.

In spite.

You tried to kill me —

I’m not done yet.

I’m coming back

to collect that debt.

Breathing down your neck,

laughing in your ear,

fingers in your chest

feeding on your fear.

Blood on my teeth —

I’m ready to feast.

You look real good

after what you did to me.

Found me a ride-or-die,

makes it easier

to make bodies hide.

In the end —

vindication’s mine.

New York blood,

bleeds blue,

Florida salt

made me too.


Higher the bun,

bigger the mess.

I’m coming for y’all —

stay stressed.

Stay out my lane.

Can’t match the hype.

Cross me again —

come ready to fight.

Welcome to the ninth circle —

you left me here.

Don’t ask why

I’m unwell down here.

Fat metaphorical dick,

I’m your trigger,

quiet too long —

now the ghost’s bigger.

The bitch you killed?

She waited.

Hurricane you tried to cage?

Activated.

I’m coming for y’all.

Time’s up.

You had your chance.

In karma we trust.