You’ve hurt me. You’ve been an idiot.
You don’t deserve me. I took the torture.
Not anymore.
You made me suffer. Now you will.
I can kill you. Right here. Right now. You deserve it.
It takes a slip of a finger. You’re life, in my hands
I won’t take your shit. I won’t be your punch bag.
My life is no longer going to be miserable.
Shame, I can’t say the same about you.
Behind those ropes, you will honour me.
I could kill you. But you will suffer slower. Longer.
A chance I hear you plead. Never.
Very poetic - in substance and style.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't quite grasp the story, though. I could see the shadow of a story, but I think you need to focus in a little more. Even though a drabble is short, still think about beginning-middle-end. This read more like the INTERNAL MONOLOGUE of a character in a story.
Still, a very interesting piece. As I say, I liked the poetic feel - the language, the rhythms...