I knew she was kinda a bad person; known to be harshly
critical and judgmental in classes. So I knew there was something
kind of stereotypically disdaining about her. But I did not know that she was
THAT bad of a person. That she would connoitre a once best friend into
suicide by psychiatrist. That she would protect the identity of a killer when
it is the law that has asked for some basic information. That she would
contaminate the relationship of children to Nature and afflict with fraud,
boldly, as a state of her own pleasure. I did not know that she was that
bad of a person, that evil, and that competitive of a saboteur. I honestly
did not know. I had no idea. I can not imagine what it is like
to be her victim.
People surprise us negatively, so often. The way this case is narrated holds our attention and vividly remains. Good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
This is the highly 'adulterated' version of what was once just panic attacks, death level high blood pressure trauma spasms, stuttering pub songs trying to make light of a monster, and overeating- busying my mind and tongue, not wanting to think about it anymore. I'm glad I am at least just barely comprehensible in my sullen anger here. It took a lot of mental work to adhere what was once just the primal scream of traumatic shock and hate turned inwards as suicide to finally be cogent here.