You Killed Your God For Fun. - Poem by Fernanda Ontiveros
You killed your god for fun. You killed him because there was nothing else to do, you killed him with your lack of care and a desire full of hate.
Now you look at the mirror, there's nothing to see but your swollen face and you don't like yourself anymore so you scream but no one listens and you scream louder with the little that's left of who you were but still no one listens so you swallow yourself.
You come back home with a knotted head because you don't know what to think any more, you don't know who you are and what you like, and pretending is an option you discard. Your brain is someone else's factory killing your heart.
You come back home with a head full of thoughts you can't comprehend, they're a gash in your soul that is drifting towards the unknown.
You killed your god, you're alone and that swollen face is empty you're transparent so you look inside you and everything is rotting, everything moves like a dying worm. Your eyes fall out of your skull and you try to put them back and you search with those broken hands but those particular brown eyes are gone. They were just tired of dealing with your haggardness.
Your skin starts coming off and the rest of you melts into a sky you were never able to touch. One by one your bones waste away, your teeth evanesce and your guts wallop society in the face.
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