The Monster Part 4
War!
as i throw a punch at the wall
I realize something is wrong
he is awake
i struggle against him
i punch another wall
as he gains control again
and then i remembered
one of the first times.
It was third grade
Jazmine in fourth grade
on the playground like a normal day
i was aggrivated
and i was being annoyed.
everything went dark
as if the sun was set
I saw red everywhere
until i released
i released it all
a fury
a fury upon a person who did not deserve
Jazmine
she hit the floor
the ground, the mulch
I hit her
I regretted it
I hated it
I hated myself for it
I realized
I could not let it happen again
I will not let it happen again
I decided
The knife
the cool sharpened blade
The sharpened tip
as it slashes
I feel relief
I cut him away
I cut him to peace
but the blood trickles down my arm
as a scarred memory
This is my chance
for now he is weakened
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