I
detest him. Watched him grow up—grow up to be nothing. Worse than
nothing: an irremovable stain, a leech, a venom.
His
anxious smirk repulses me. His ragged, gnawed nails. Vile. His vulgar
chortle. A plague. Cockeyed, yellow teeth. Shame.
Not
disdain. My virtue made me do it. I stretched out. Intertwined my
fingers around his malformed larynx. Crush his impossible ambitions.
Expunge the pestilence.
Blood
on my hands...my own blood. Broken glass. The mirror I'd glared into
had shattered from the pressure of my assault.
A
refashioned Narcissus. I gaze with hatred instead of love, but just
as self-enamored.
Wow... Every word is impeccably placed to bring out the most emotion.... This is really very good.
ReplyDeleteWhat Rachael said. This is incredible.
ReplyDeletecree-py. but also the diction is impeccable, every connotated meaning, sublime.
ReplyDeleteLast sentence. Holy moly.
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