One more poem -- this time, a curse (general issue)

For my probably-last poem post, here's one with no autobiographical aspect. I particularly wanted to point that out because the poem is, as the title indicates, a curse (in the ill-wishing sense). The final lines may suggest a spurned lover, but could cover other situations. Feel free to recite it at any enemies you may acquire.

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Curse

May your blood boil by night,

and freeze by day . . .

May the passing of clouds across the sky

be to you

as nails dragged shrieking

across flat dry stone . . .

May the trees whisper soft nightmares

as you shivering pass by . . .

May the moon’s light be blinding

and the sunlight

dim . . .

May you know no more piece

than I

and may you never forget me.