Dare I Say

Dare I say,

No, my old friend,

You may not think of me fondly on a slow Sunday afternoon as you sip your earl grey, reminisce about old times, giggle at memories past, and generously hope I’m doing well in this big old world

But…

When you hear the knock thrice as you sit on your throne, you may let the chill slitheR up your spine

You may let the tea you were sipping all of a sudden turn cold

You may look at the clock when you realize it’s the only thing still making noise and figurE, your time is up

You may sit so still that for a moment, your heart doesn’t know what to do

You may approach the door slowly, the faint screaming becoMing louder as you reach it

You may let your hand shake as you prepare to open it

You may open the door and let all the pride you’ve been constipated by, finally blow out your ass

You may choke on your breath when you seE nothing, but know it’s come for you

You may fail to let out a scream when it possesses you

You may be surprised that after decades, the blood still hasn’t dried

You may recall my baby hairs, and My best underwear

You may allow your breaths to shorten as you’re forced to feel all I felt by your hand

You may let your stomach concave as you’re unBurdened by the weight I lost

You may see the scars show themselves as your body begins to mimic mine

You may let the head rush set in as you’re hit with the transfer of all my memories

You may let your lips crack when you realizE the weight your words carried

You may feel your knees buckle as you feel my shame

You may let your bones break as they symbolize all the broken promises

You may let youR skin crawl when you hear the echos of your excuses and justifications

You may start to rethink the knives you plunged in my back

You may begin to hate yourself as you realize I was far too young

You may feel unequivocally abashed when you realize I wasn’t born to be at your mercy

You may feel the blood leave from your body as I take it for reparation

You may let your veins pop as the truth chokes you

You may suddenly find yourself standing in front of the mirror, desperately trying to claw the talons from around your neck

You may see your true form, your purple skin and grey lips

You may witness in real time the consequences of greed, cruelty, manipulation and selfishness

You may finally appreciate what you did to ME.

And as the translucent, familiar figure emerges from within you and stares back at you in the mirror

You may in the end realize that everything you did to me, you merely did to yourself