Ah! Hell No! Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi

You sat on the sofa
Your legs crossed over an armchair
Staring blindly at the images on the tv screen
your heart as distant as Jupiter
carelessly chosen words flowed from your mouth
it felt as though you were tryna slit my throat with a blunt knife
but you were sawing instead of cutting
myself wide awake through it all;
the smug running in riots on your face
and the searing pain.
i felt the crack and life escaping my body.
now you kneel before my stiff body
all remorseful if remorseful you truly are
but you're not anywhere near being God
you don't have the might to command;
' Let there be light '
and the whole world illuminates.
i'm not turning back
i'm happy here.