I suffered till my being was broken, now it's your turn
Some stories never end, they begin from where they ended earlier, and only the characters are swapped.
I stood there still, rubbing my eyes, holding the gun, with a squeaking noise from the crying sounds making my face quiver with anger, with eyes draped in red,
And shaking myself with trembling hands restless to pull the trigger
He was crawling, appalling and bawling, crying in utter dread and devastation.
I felt happiness, frolic, and an unchartered wave of joy seeped into my heart, as my hands shook,
I looked with my red bloodshot eyes and with the quiver of my body as saliva was everywhere, I made a woosh sound…
He was deeply ravaged by the strength of a bottomless pit that I was, devolving in the shattered piece, broken like a maze in the gripping fortunes…
15 years earlier he came with an onset, I was a small unbecoming adult, sooner to realize that I would be violated by an old man crumbling and crushing my spirits.
Heathens cannot counter his cocky presence, a deranged animal looking for flesh and bones.
Hoarding for an impregnating hole, in the backs of anyone and anything.
He was an utter nonsensical liar that weave his lies in thought and perception, deceiving the greats even our family patriarch.
Sooner he came to endow me with wisdom and knowledge.
But he crept inside me after the bags have been shed off
Like a peeling layer of my soul stripped naked and beaten till it loses its ability to breathe.
He’s soulless, he tormented until I bleed, and I was a tender child, unknowing of what went on, and farcically stood up to be harrowingly abused again.
An obtuse mind, a grave-stricken body that moves as dead matter while living in human skin, all of it felt like a mind-numbing dream.
The dream lasted for another 4 years, I went out of that space and place, in the unwinding race, of facing confusion with genders and harassers, for I like the manly musk despite being a man. Is it because I was abused by a man?
Questions were denudating, demotivating, and deprecating at times, but yet I was overlooking the problem, the real gamble that the emblem of hate lay deep in my heart.
I hated my body and sorrows and rejected my warm embrace.
For even man came and tried to be close, yet I used my magic wand to eat my feelings, and hushed them away,
For a day, making my way, coming to terms with my burning ashtray, as I realize to scrutinize the blot that did this.
For every little sleeky move that he did to me for which my notions of purity were altered.
I feel shameful and disgusted over my own body, wanting to peel off my skin and wear a new one,
As I can feel his dirty disgusting scent imprinted and laid on with iron, till my bones and organs collapse.
A demon is a disjointed crevice, he needs fixing,
And here I am with my bloodshot eyes making a humming forceful sound and biting my head off as the veins seemingly want to pop out.
Willing to shoot this pathetic burden and feed it to the worst kind of dogs that loves ripping while feasting.
As he turns back, I see his old pale-looking face, with the toothless jaw, moist eyes, and a wobbly stature, failing to stand looking for his spectacles.
His tentacles then vanished, my agony dissipate, and my intense churn for revenge ended. I left the space while rubbing off my tears.
I did not know why, just felt like moving off of him, Just like I felt the urge to kill him…
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