i eat
not for pleasure, but just
enough
to reignite
the burning hatred
from within me
to remind myself that
i
am
a
fucking
elephant.
except maybe
elephants are cuter.
their eyes shine
generations of tender evolution, their
trunks long enough to pluck
dainty fruits of life, their
bodies heavy, but not of fat, but of
pure, pure love.
they are large by nature, and, yes
so am i, except they
do not have peers who
constantly look down upon them from
african trees, raising their
trunks high in the air.
they do not toot insults and
"fuck you"s
and push you metaphorically closer
to the cliff you once dubbed 'never'
that begins to grow
ever appealing,
ever seducing,
ever.
i wonder
if elephants cough out clumps of
chewed up leaves and grasses and
bury them in denial and
convince themselves they're
happy when
in reality, their
elephant hearts
are
not
functioning.
i wonder
if their ivory tusks are
their silent beckon for
the end.
i wonder if
they spend nights polishing and
flossing and whitening and
finding illegal sources of
calcium, just to
die.
because, ha ha,
i
am
that
elephant
and when
i become ever
engraved in the clouds
(how ironic is it that
i could maybe,
one day, float?),
i will toot one
last thing.
"fuck you."
(and maybe hope the stars aren't just as bad.)
A/N: I just read charmed-life's newest piece entitled 'this one goes out to a lowercase girl', which kinda inspired my sleep-induced brain to produce this haha. I'm going to head to sleep now and I shall have to look forward to a ton of classes, a quiz and, surprise surprise, a poetry recital (hopefully I'll be performing).
But until then, night night. :D
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