PALETTE

maroon | 29.3.17

02

how does it feel, nursing the dull ache of my fist in your gut? i smile as you double over, wheezing, a thin line of blood reaching down from your mouth like a tentative finger towards your neck.

dear friend,

i'd say i'm sorry but

i'm not. because

i've cradled you too long, fed you praise too long, let you grow with your jaw wrapped around my jugular too long. i have had enough, and i have lost enough blood.

this is me ripping you off this is me prying us apart, even if my flesh tears in the process, even if you take a mouthful out of me on your way down. meat and bones, meat and bones, i'll let you injure my mortal body in the final battle but my soul takes no more hits.

dear friend,

this is the end.

- maroon is for mutiny