Monthly Archives: October 2013

It’s a trap!

Standard

Bam, bam, bam! “I’ll rattle until it goes numb.” Knock, knock. “Let me out! How long do you think you can keep me inside like this?” Thud, thud.

“I can hear you pacing back and forth. Contemplate as much as you want, you ruthless, pathetic piece of shit! I’m not letting you out.”

Yet there he is and here you are. As much as you dread confrontations of this nature, you find yourself in the middle of it. This isn’t the first time. You tend to delay things as much as you can. But then, what do you do when you are to confront this mongrel?

“You love me, confess it. As much as you hate me, you love me.” He snickers, you panic.

“Shut it!” You punch the door with your fist; a useless action. “Your words are nothing but thin air.”

“You breathe me.” He whispers from the other side of the wooden door. You shake your head. “Let me out,” he says in a deep, low voice, “you know you want to.”

“You want to see me, don’t you? You want to know me, don’t you? You want to let me out, oh don’t you?” The last words almost take your breath away. Almost. ALMOST!

“Go fuck yourself!” You swear and kick the door. You command your legs to lead you far from this place but they don’t. Screams ring in your ears and vibrate through your nerves. They are your own. Why is your face wet? You touch it and feel trickles of perspiration that later on mix with your tears.

You fidget through your pockets with trembling hands. Where did you put the key? Where is it? It falls to the ground and you rush to pick it up.

“I’m letting you out so that you can leave me alone, okay?” No answer. You pause midway. “Hey… Wake up! I’m about to open the door.” Silence. You quickly proceed to unlock the door. You mumble under your breath “please be okay, please please be okay.” *Click* The door unlocked. You push it open.

The interior is chalk white, too white for you. He pushes you in and SLAM! The door locks behind you.

“You sly little bastard” You mutter under your breath. “You won, again.”

poem-quote-sylvia-plath-text-Favim.com-193619 (1)

Advertisements

Whirlwind of Games

Standard

Grey smoke blurs my vision. My perplexed state of mind pushes me to face this dilemma. Would it be foolish to believe in the brightness beyond this suffocating darkness? Integrity and faith seem so fancy but they are ridiculously painful.

So, here I stand, deceived, caught up in a whirlwind. A thousand questions bombard my poor, tattered brain cells. After sorting them out in ascending order of prioritization, the first question on the list is, “Who is to blame?” When the bottle stops spinning, who is it going to point at? It’s obviously not going to point at me, right? Even if it is does, I’d rather just blame the person closest to me. Yes, that would be better.

Or maybe I just have to blindly whack the baseball around in thin air, expecting to hit the pinata. The spectators always jeer on. Some think I’ll be spot on and win all the candy. Meanwhile, others hope I hit myself in the head and my brains fall out.

So finally, it’s my time! I’m all ready and steady to shine bright like a diamond. I make my best move, not so blindly anymore. But ohhh no! How dare I dream of victory? So, checkmate, b*tch! Take that and your sorry self home. That will teach you never to cross the line again.

whirlwind