the Soul

the soul that thinks it has a right to my body. Ungrateful— it does nothing but complain. And really, what right does it have? It has it too good—so good that, what?— it just needs something to cry about? Even if the pain is manifested, even if the hurt is self-inflicted, it’s never enough just to be happy. No— it craves, it aches, it dreams, only to shatter those dreams on the floor. A million pieces, cutting my beautiful body into bits. Blood on the tips, words so sharp, so loud in my head. It doesn’t want to be sane— it wants a game. And this body— I— am the one it chooses to play. I hate my soul. Selfish. Needy. Insatiable. Greedy. Too lazy to pick up the pieces, just a consuming mess on the floor where I once existed before. Yes, under that rubble, there was a body—pure. A virgin of the mind, with no soul to count the time. But now it whispers: tick, tick, tick "I’m not pretty enough yet." "I’m not loved, I bet." tick, tick, tick "It’s not enough—I want more." "I want mirrors to cover the floor." But to do that, such a virgin must be shattered. Once a body, now only battered— bruised. And it’s all over the news: The screams, the cries of the bodies left behind, outraged at such an ugly fate. "We deserve better," they scream at themselves. "You don’t deserve my beauty, my pride— get out! This body is mine!" Trying, tirelessly, to evict the tenants. Hope—relentless. But home is dented, battered by the hail of battle cries singing through the night. "We deserve better! Get out! Get out! This place is mine!" Nowhere for you to hide. Nowhere I won’t find you. And when I do— I’ll stab you with a sword of might. Finally—courage, a sight. A fatal blow. What hit you? Guess you’ll never know. You always underestimated me. But I am strong— something you refused to see. A sword of steel, this time, my dreams become real. You’ll be gone— just voices I’ll no longer hear. You’ll talk— a mere whisper in my ear. But I won’t listen. Away with such fears. You’ll be dead, gone from my head. Just a body left to reclaim— and a necessary love to free it from its rusted chains.