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wrote this while listening to Brutus by the Buttress LOL

He moves through the world, unbroken,
a monument to all I am not.
Light bends around him, warm and unyielding,
as if the air itself knows his name.
I watch, a shadow stretched thin,
cracked at the edges,
sharp where I once was smooth.

Is it love, this sickness in my chest?
Is it hate, the rawness in my throat
when he speaks, when he smiles,
when he exists in a way
I will never be allowed to exist?
I cannot tell anymore
and that terrifies me.

He gives too freely,
a coin flipped into the void.
I am the void.
I take, and I hoard,
and still, I am never enough.

I have tried to reason with this hunger,
to name it, to starve it.
But it grows, patient and unrelenting,
gnawing at my insides,
curling itself into the shape of my thoughts.
His life presses against my vision,
obscene in its abundance.
I want to destroy it,
not because I lack it
but because he dares to have it.

The knife is cold in my hand,
but I am burning.
This is not envy alone,
nor the bitter sting of desire unfulfilled.
This is something worse
a love that has rotted,
a hatred that cannot stand on its own.

When I strike, it will not be clean.
I will not weep, nor will I laugh.
There will only be silence,
and the slow bloom of crimson,
and the knowledge that I have become
something monstrous
not because of him,
but because of me.

Author's Note

thought id put my own spin on Brutus and Creaser, lmk how you interpret it!!

Reviews

[Vol]

Faith,
An intriguing concept for sure, and wow, what a wordsmith are you! Absolutely speaks out loud for itself. I'm a retired English teacher, I'm quite familiar with the play, but i would not have recognized you subject without your note... Maybe an "Et Tu" in the last stanza would be like getting squirted in the eye...?
Seriously though, you have a stunning style!
Vol