Shameful tears
It’s a sad day when you realise that it is, in fact, hate. When you realise that the nausea that overwhelmed you when they stood before you was hate. When their presence felt like a thick blanket of despair swaddling you. It was hate. When their smile felt like a threat, and when their perfect teeth appeared to be lines upon lines of fangs. It was all hate. It’s a sad day when it all renders. When you realise that they have reduced you to nothing but a hate filled monster. Confined and uncontrollable. Something you have always rebuked and prayed against. Hate. All there is to do is cry. you swallow your voice as acidic lines streaming down eat at your cheeks. Randomly, at any point of the day, they tickle your cheek without warning or summon. Breeding anxiety as it is unclear what reaction will befall you. Anxiety, perhaps if they saw my red eyes and wet cheeks they will vomit acid in my direction. A sad day indeed.
Would living alone be better?
