2: 34 A.M. Poem by Kynthia Rosgeal

In the dark recesses of his mind
he creeps in on himself
He sees her lying there, and although they have made peace
He wants to kill her this time

She sleeps, soundly, a soft snore escapes her
He sneers, approaches slowly, deliberately
He raises his hand, like an instrument of divinity
He will rid his world of her

He pauses, stares down at her
her face, soft, beautiful
even angelic
GOD he hates her!

Her kind bother him.
Not intentionally,
her presence makes him uncomfortable
because she is him, and yet, she is not what he wants to be.

Two sides of the same coin, and yet
aliens, foreigners, speaking a different language
They both feel hot, cold, sad, happy
but she allows herself to feel it

He despises her,
even as the feelings of love swell
within his tortured breast
He weeps

She turns softly, sees him and smiles
she offers to comfort him
he turns and runs out
slamming the door

but this time, the door
it stayed open
just a tiny
bit.