Death and Rebirth: All shades of love

Letters

Dear Famine,

Is your belly still empty but bulky?

Have you been eating properly these past weeks?

Are you still tiptoeing at midnight

To crouch in front of the WC to poke your throat,

With the handle of your toothbrush

Until the tingling uvula is soaked with gastric acid and badly-chewed pieces of food...

Then you softly wipe your mouth,

Stand up and grin at your reflection getting thinner by the day?

Famine, I know how itchy your esophagus feels,

How light your muscles feel,

Like flat balloons glued to your bones,

But, above all, I know your fear when the silverware rattles on the table,

Or the scale suddenly crawls from under your bed,

Hope you have a nice bite of something

Without feeling on the verge to retch...

Oh, my dear friend,

Are you still taking laxatives,

And running to the toilet as if there wasn't a tomorrow?

You know, a couple of pound would look marvelous on you,

Cause only a torch lit behind your back is needed

To count all the bones that make up your skeleton.

Dear War,

Are you still grouching at everyone?

Even at your own shadow?

Are your teeth getting smaller after so much grinding them with anger?

Have you painted the wall you've stained with blood

From those knuckles you've hit till the flesh basically disappear?

Guess people keep wondering why you always burp a profanity,

As though your little toe was a magnet attracting hard surfaces to hit upon...

How is your liver?

And are you still keeping a knife in your back pocket?

Did you father finally come back from buying cigarettes?

And, I almost forget...

Does your mother keep on fooling around totally wasted at the weekend

Asking for you to buy some weed from the local dealer?

And is still her fat and tattooed mother-fucking boyfriend

scratching his ball sack the first thing you see on a Sunday morning?

Are his gang still stretching your butthole when your mum is at work?

Dear pestilence,

How's it going? Are you still sobbing at night?

Did you finally learn to apply make up to cover those blotches on your neck?

Do you still have long showers

With almost-boiling water

While rubbing your body with anger

Trying to wash off the sins imprinted on it?

I know, you're exhausted,

And judging from the huge black sacks under your eyes,

You haven't been sleeping properly,

I think you should change your pillows,

Get more comfortable ones,

After all, you'll spend most of the day in bed...

Chewing guilt and mingling memories,

While the TV is on but the sound is distorted,

Just like a constant buzz that pierces your bowels,

Do you still feel nausea and stomach distress with the pills?

Have you told your friends you're getting rot from the inside?

How can they not notice you smell to damnation?

Last time I saw you,

Even your cat hissed at you...

Melancholy is not the nicest color to wear,

I kinda still care about you,

But seeing like this hurts my eyes,

Don want to sound corny but we should stop seeing that often,

Don't want others to think I got infected like you...

Pushing back your hips against others that trusted mercilessly,

In those dark rooms that reeked of cum, feces and urine.

Dear death,

I think I know your real name,

And if I can close my eyes, I can clearly recall your facial expression,

Are your cheeks still boney?

Is your skin paler than my buttocks?

Why do you smile with so uninterestedly?

Why are you always prowling around the corridors?

Why don't you knock on my door?

The kettle is always on,

I can make some tea, you know...

The one with vanilla and hemlock and sweetener,

I know you do care about your weight.

My dear death, have you completed whatever task you ventured,

Have you ticked all the items in that list you secretly keep in your pocket?

Did you finally learn how to sew so you can mend your rope?

Those irregular seams are so early 2000's.

So, when should I expect you to pay me a proper visit?

Last time I scheduled a meeting at the hospital,

But guess the doctor changed the visit hours,

And after the stomach wash, I came back home,

I thought you would be waiting in my living room,

But I guess you were too busy,

Or someone else, somebody more important than me called you.