🔮 hex no. 005: for the darvo dickheads

🔮 hex no. 005: for the darvo dickheads who cry victim while choking you out

🧿 a curse for the clowns who weaponize crocodile tears + community theater lawyering

yo.
this isn’t heartbreak.
this is psychological warfare.

baby.
he didn’t “get confused.”
he memorized the DARVO playbook:
deny. attack. reverse victim + offender.
like a garbage fire shakespeare
who can’t act his way out of a dui checkpoint.

bro really thought:
if he calls you “crazy” enough times,
you’ll forget who paid the bills.
if he sobs on cue,
you’ll forget who bruised your fucking ribs.
if he hires dumb ass defense attorneys—
you’ll forget he hasn’t fed his kid in
almost a fucking year.

nah, bitch.
we remember.
we subpoena.
we cross-reference.
we drag your whole pity parade through discovery
and feed it into the shredder.

✨

🧿 may every crocodile tear burn holes in your face paint.
🧿 may your fake narratives collapse under IP logs + venmo receipts.
🧿 may every “she’s crazy” echo back as “he’s guilty” in court transcripts.
🧿 may karma sit on your chest like a sleep paralysis demon with a law degree.

—

he tried to flip the script.
forgot: i wrote the fucking genre.

🧿 banish the illusion of innocence.
(spoiler: he’s guilty in every fucking draft.)
🧿 banish the pity he begged for.
(spoiler: he engineered it with violence.)
🧿 banish the “poor me” narrative.
(spoiler: poor you is his kink.)
🧿 banish the delusion he outruns consequence.
(spoiler: karma is a fucking bitch)

—

this isn’t poetry.
this is a bar fight spell.

🖤 may he gag on his own lies mid-cross-exam.
🖤 may his defense lawyer wake up every day regretting law school.
🖤 may his google results forever read like a rap sheet.
🖤 may every woman smell the loser on him faster than mold in a cheap motel.

he didn’t outsmart anyone;
he just scripted his own downfall.
loud. sloppy. pathetic.

and that, bitch,
is the fucking hex.

🖤🧿🖤