i'm back.
a general rule,
do not cross me.
one chance, one life,
that's it.
NO. Exceptions.
There is a deadline for admission.
for an apology, face to face
no bland, empty text messages.
grow up and face the truth of what you did,
and i'll consider a second chance.
but no,
they're too proud to mingle with the ones like me
to kneel before their truth and admit defeat
they'd rather die from hatred than find peace
because war is what they see fit for the ones like me
they hold no courage
or compassion or empathy
cannot comfort the one who asks them to change
because their soul is blackened
charred in an irreversible swarm of embers
and that is why,
you're dead to me.
-
Fin.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Hello friends!
I am a quirky teenager, lover of books, music and theatre. I am happy.
An ally 🏳️🌈
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear - Edgar Allen Poe
Consider this a doorway to my mind and soul.
I hope you enjoy ❤️
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Seriously there are so many people like that. We don't need them in our life. Loved your poem!