I WISH YOU NOTHING

How do you dare sit in front of me and smile? How do you dare even breathe in my presence?

You singlehandedly almost killed the man I once loved in just one instant but in that moment, you did kill me. You took my soul, crushed it and blew it into oblivion like it was as insignificant as dust. I believe now in nothing and it’s all because of you.

My flesh is nothing but ashes and I am but a cold and bitter skeleton of pure hatred and darkness. I wish you nothing but torment and worthlessness just as you have left for me. I hate you and with each minute that I live knowing we share the same oxygen, it sickens me to my decaying core.

I fantasise of you, of torturing you endlessly, with you begging and pleading for my mercy and I but laughing at your withering face. Slowly thieving the air meant for your breath gives me such gratification and fulfilment it overwhelms me.

For so long now you have flooded my conscience. Slowly mutilating every ounce of positivity, morality and optimism in my once lively soul and now I am nothing but the hardened shell of what was previously human; filled with nothing but blackness.

Like the smoke from a raging inferno, it is thick, sticky and consuming. Polluting everything pure that’s inside me, it tightens… strangling my organs until I feel paralysed. My limbs, too heavy to lift off the ground, my heart struggling to pump the blackened sludge that is now my blood. Thanks to you.

My lungs, so weighed down with the tar of hatred that they cannot decipher between that and oxygen. The pressure in my head, too much to bear, like any second, my skull is set to explode into ten thousand pieces and with every inch of me I wish… that each slice of shattered bone transforms itself into a lethal missile programmed to hone in on the weakest parts of your worthless human form. In particular, under your rib cage where a human heart should lay.

I am but a rotting corpse, slowly being eaten from the inside out by maggots of detest and anguish with an endless appetite for what little innocence I have left.
The burden of the truth weighs heavily on my shoulders. A thought of you leading a normal life sickens me to my core. Going to the pub and sharing drinks with mates, charming unsuspecting girls for you to have your way with. Knowing that you will never truly pay for your murderous ways disgusts me and every polluted thought of you doing the everyday things that my friend now cannot do makes me want to kill you…

I WISH YOU NOTHING

T-Pot

Belair, Australia

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