A Flourish of Hate

A Flourish of Hate

My breath stood stock still, clogging my parched throat

My hands shook with the vibration of a wasp’s meticulous wings as it skimmed by the skin of my face

A burning coal was placed in the deepest trenches of my heart

And blazed stronger with every thought until my head drowned in the words, and leaked out of the corners of my cracked mouth

 

Calmness extended its palm, slipping and begging to stay within the limits of my sanity

But the attempt was futile, and the feeling only grew and grew to the size of a blasted cannon ball

My vision blurred, my tongue blistered

My teeth clenched to the limit of soreness, stuck together with the severity of adhesive super-glue

 

I felt foreign to myself, unaccustomed to the sentiment that has taken control of my body

Frightened of my own mind, I inhaled and gulped down air like a battered air conditioner, and spewed out silence easing me to composure

Serenity took me by the wrist and guided me to Tranquility

Relief flooded my insides, the previous feeling diminishing and leaving nothing to note its tracks

Sunlight suddenly spilled across me, drowning away the night.

 

Then a moment seized me, and my thoughts trickled,

The fiery ball returned,

My sight grew red, and my breaths quickened.

It was no ordinary feeling.

There was no doubt.

I had become a flourish of hate.

Author's Note

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