Damn me, Damn you.
You. That useless piece of scum that stole the bracelet from the shop today.
May the hand that stole it rot til it barely resembles a limb
May the hand that wears it develop lumps of disgusting substance
May it spread to your body so that not only will men run away before they smell you
Even you have to curb your bile when you touch yourself at night
May your parents turn their backs on you and your filthy hands
And your children spit out whatever sustenance you provide them
May you from now on live a long life not worth living
May you die a slow and painful death alone, unnoticed, unclean, unloved.
Don’t fuck with me.