They stab your soul and act as you’ve harmed them.
Their lies are accepted by those who look akin to their reflection.
They wear burgundy, they dress professionally.
They spread lies – faster than coronavirus.
They breed and multiply, they outlive the good ones. It’s like they never fade away and die.
Snakes slither around my feet, acting weak and in need like their life is deep and unseen by Unique.
They don’t strike out and bite into my Achilles muscle. They slither back and report I stomped on their heads. The slither by again, slower than the first time, they smile as they’ve successfully poisoned the ignorant heartbeats, within my space.
A group of snakes can hiss the same shit, they can do that daily. This does not equal the truth being reiterated by one.
A pit of snakes slid through my path, they tricked the masses and smiled at me during the process. Upon reflection, I now realise your life was never more than an insignificant birth.
I run through the dark forests and no fear resides within.
The birds chant over my head.
Crow flies silently above the treetops.
I remove myself from your pool of toxicity. I breathe.
I owe nothing to no one.
I pay myself in time and appreciation.
The tone of your voice no longer lingers around my thoughts. Forgotten.
I don’t quite recall the shade of your iris.
My mind rests easily upon my mind. I carry it with pride.
The ants march underfoot and look up to catch a glimpse of my deep brown eyes and the glimmers of Crows sapphire blue stares.
I stop at a cliff edge and bellow out all the pain I’ve been holding onto: ‘please don’t deny me!’
Crow lands on my right shoulder, claws deepen into my muscle. Blood flows down my right breast and between my armpit.
Tears bleed out and the scenic image around me is now tinted with red.
I turn my head right and kiss Crow on his head. Bloody tears drip onto his ebony shaded feathers.
I look behind at the forest, then up to the sky.
‘It hit different!’ I cry.
And like that with no apprehension, I leap out and we both plummet through the misty confusion you cursed me with. I hear you crying. It warms my heart, speed picks up and I look at Crow – he’s smiling.
A rock scraps my left ankle. My bloody tears jump and float above us
Into the skies, deep into our universe and sprinkle across our sun
The evidence we never aligned.
With grey slapping my face I whisper ‘please don’t deny me.’
The fog clears and presents a deep blue pool of nothingness. Crow and I plunge into the icy waters.
The liquid clears every speck of blood away from us. My vision is clear, I see black!
I see black.
I see only black.
Then I turn to my right and see two glows from Crow’s sapphire blue eyes. He looks up and they beam out the most intense blue light.
We drift up, breaking through the surface of the water
Crow bellows out ‘and then Unique was free, and then Unique was free and then Unique was free!’
The icy water forces us into the sky and through our universe – we both hit the centre of the sun.
I appreciate the time you’ve taken to get in touch and express your emotions, by way of the pen.
I’m doing well since we parted ways. I’m progressing nicely through brighter days.
I’ve missed you at night when we used to talk, cry and sing. I’ve missed our connection, built from deep within.
But let’s not forget your actions, the role you played in this. Let’s pay homage to your actions and how that night, was our very last kiss.
I’m not here to make you feel good about yourself, that responsibility lays with you. I’m not here to massage your consciousness when you hurt me that pain cut through. Remember, you decided to do what you did and you enjoyed your life for a minute thereafter. My name isn’t Dr Unique, I’m not your therapist or your point of laughter.
Thank you, Ex-Boyfriend! For doing what you do best – you were weak as fuck when we met and today you’ve since regressed.
I miss your lips.
I miss making love.
I miss playing with you and more than the above.
The notion that we dated will be forgotten over time. The fact that I once blessed you with love, will remain your biggest regret, not mine.
Rest in peace to every moment we created, the second I realised you’re fake! I eliminated memories backdated.
Faded is your new label.
Faded is your mouth sucking my nipples.
Faded is your access to my life.
Ex-Boyfriend, one thing I must include…having two was too much, excluding number one was awfully rude.
No, I do not wish you well.
I do not wish you good health.
I do not wish you a happy future.
I affirm all the above upon myself.
I hope your soul burns eternally while your heartbeats in this life.
I hope your soul continues to burn through, long after the moment you die.