DemonophobiaA Poem by HanakusoNobody's here, but life is full of ghosts who never existed.
I absolutely despise you.
You are the iceberg, fragile, tiny, on the verge of sinking, only to find out beneath the murky waters of ice, you still ledge on hope. I absolutely despise you. The way you lick your lips disgusts me, your saliva moistening the velvety softness of your procheilon, the vermilion zone pink and provocative with their suppleness. I absolutely despise you. In class you sit in front of me, thwarting my ears from listening from anything aside from your mellifluous voice, blocking my view with the soft angles of your nape, and stalling my writing with your angular strokes of the pen. I absolutely despise you. You make me feel inadequate, with your sneering laughter, the derisive looks you cast my way when you thought I couldn't see, when you felt I couldn't see how you belittle me. I absolutely despise you. When my timidity turns to tenacity, I shall strike you, with all my might, with all the impelling potency of the lithospheres in the subterranean seas, wallowing in your fear until only I remain. I absolutely despise you. With one hand you held every day in your palms in the other you crushed the past into bits of nothingness, so what is left of me? I absolutely despise you. The day I launch my attack, you will see how much strength I, too, can hold. I absolutely despise you. Until forever, until I close my eyes and breathe my last, until my dying soul prays for mercy from both the irenic heavens and the fires of hell, until I see the light and walk the path, I shall absolutely despise you.
© 2012 HanakusoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorHanakusoPhilippinesAboutJan. 21. Female. Asian. Catholic. Nurse. don’t think regret is 20/20. regret is myopic. hope is astigmatic. trust is blind. more..Writing
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