The Death Of A Man
And the birth of a human
A small piece dedicated to all the women that got killed by a man in Greece in 2021.
There’s a corpse of a dead man inside of me. It’s okay though.
I’ve hidden him there. He had to stay on the dark side. Reflecting on what he could be in the future made me sick of him.
This man was just like every other man. The men of the past. He had strange beliefs. Manly beliefs.
And for that, he had to die. He had to be removed by society. And no one would imprison me for murdering him.
That’s the only murder society should encourage. Killing the old, bringing life to the new. Killing the inside.
And I did that. I brought life to the human and killed the man. No one will reward me for that and no one will punish me either. I’m only hoping for a better world after this.
The corpse will remain inside of me. I will never get rid of him because it has to be a reminder. A reminder of why we are so fragile and so keen to following instructions. How easy it is to manipulate us and make us a monster.
The human in me wants to know what the man used to be.
What traits did he had and why he had to die.
