Love's Mockery
I used a blunt knife,
firmly carved against that throbbing piece
Joy danced in agony. Oh, soothing metallic nectar!
An undeniably addictive taste. One so costly as a life.
Heaven forbids its fast consumption, thus here I am, slowly quench my thirst.
I cherish it in my bosom. No other creatures can touch.
He asked for mine in exchange of his. ‘None can I give you.’ I threw him a fit.
This suffering is my joy. My obsession. My life.
He saw it and urged me to stop. ’Hurt me instead’, he said.
‘You’re a coward’, I unmasked his selfish request.
Only I shall bear my pain. Only my pain shall I bear.
What joy but guilt could I get from hurting others? I’m no beast.
Leave me alone till I rot in my bloody pleasures.
Copyright © Hy Hope | Year Posted 2018
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