i hope you don’t hold regret for the way you’ve treated me
i hope you regret it for the rest of your days
if your body rebels like mine, i hope you’re treated like royalty. i hope every need, desire, and whim is completed to perfection, no questions asked
i hope you learn what it’s like to lose your autonomy to someone you loved
i hope you never have to scream in the dark, begging for food and relief
i hope it makes you hoarse
i hope your space is kept clean, exactly how you like it
i hope you step in week-old hairballs
i hope they let you sleep at night
i hope they keep you waiting til dawn
i hope your pain is never mocked
i hope they laugh while you cry
i hope you’re never treated like a waste of space
i hope you’re always asking “why?”
i hope they never ask if you really need it
i hope they demand so many reasons
i hope they keep your belly full. i hope they keep your body clean
i hope your stench burns in your nose
i hope you never hear “if you want that done, do it yourself”
i hope it never gets done
i hope they never hurt you on purpose
i hope they never blame you for it
i hope they introduce you to their friends
i hope they never act ashamed
i hope you can get over this
i hope i can too