A free verse poem that shows what guilt and hate does to someone who lets it control them |
My eyes are firmly shut. The stench burns my nostrils. I’ve smelled it before. “Darling, put that down!” I breathe through my mouth to hide from it, but it is too powerful. I can’t forget it. “This is not something to joke about.” I can taste it. I smack my lips and swallow, trying to rid my mouth of its tainted taste. “You could really hurt someone.” Nothing works. I open my eyes to see, but it is as though a veil of gloom has been placed over them. Stumbling through the darkness my foot hits something solid. “I can finally hurt you, the way you’ve hurt me” Slowly I drop to my knees. I lay my hand on stiff flesh It feels clammy. The cold overwhelms me. “Please, honey, please, I love you!” Hesitantly inching my way up my hand becomes drenched in something moist and sticky. I pull my hand away quickly. “You, don’t love me. You never have.” Tears run down my face I feel something digging into my side I touch it. “I promise I’ll stop! I’ll be the best, you hear me? The best!” It is lifeless, cold, metal. I pull it from my waistband and clutch it blindly to my chest. “It’s too late.” My fingers run tenderly over its’ smooth features. I remember. I regret. BAM |