Posted in Life and After

Trudging Along

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I walk in the woods, my eyes seeing red, literally. My anger is spilling out in waves. The swishing sound she leaves behind her makes me grit my teeth.

Why does she have to sound so graceful even now, while I crush the leaves under my feet?

Why could I never be like her? People stop to admire her when she enters a room while I move in her shadow, forever unnoticed and ignored.

Even Papa…

Well, she isn’t pretty anymore with the glass pieces and blood on her face. I drag her in the ravine, finally at peace.


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Posted in Life and After

Poetry: Chained

I am chained to you, my enemy…

 

Every day, I writhe and groan

My face an angry mask.

Beast rises with every pain

That ever came to pass.

 

I look in the mirror

And claw and tear,

I so wish you were dead

I’m close to tears.

 

Tug at the chains

And wish them begone,

Only to find

It’s not what I want.

 

I cry out in rage

And repeat,

Clawing at the mirror,

My nails bleed.

 

“Curse you! I will make you pay,

For reliving hell every day.”

Obsessed I wait to see

You grovel at my feet.

 

Then, I plaster a smile,

Pretending all is fine,

While I am still chained to you

Every second of my day,

My enemy…