Voices and Venom

“I’m liberated,”
I say to myself,
and you laugh hard
at my existence,
at my endeavors
to make meaning
out of this
futile life.
You laugh and the
next moment
you beg for
your own life
for your own
a perfect example
of a living irony.
“I have nothing
to give you now,”
I say and you
flip out
your real self
ready to spit
venom at me,
“You’ll suffer,”
you say,
“until I continue
to live.”

4 thoughts on “Voices and Venom

  1. Your words reflected the thoughts I’ve had so many times, and it was comforting to see that I’m not the only one…
    Thank you for that, Aprajita! ❤

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    1. Hey there, Natalie! ❤
      So glad to hear that those words were a comfort to you.
      I guess this is what compassion feels like – when you stumble upon your emotions in someone’s else story and want to reach out to them.
      Thanks for reading! Great to connect!

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      1. You’re welcome, Aprajita! ❤
        Exactly… isn't it a beautiful feeling?
        That your words have enough power to affect someone you don't even know?
        It's the reason why I keep going back to my desk to write no matter how tired or frustrated I am…


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