Monday, February 27, 2012

Novella

When the doors finally closed out of our indifference, they blacked out the light once and for all. That was a sliver of the hopelessness in my reflection on the wall, it was staring through the void straight back at me and I gleamed at the now gaping holes in the floor because I knew the answers and how they had to hurt. Questions? There wouldn't be time for those anymore. These are the days we left behind and they're leaning over what was asked for, what was expected, and what actually occurred. Empty souls ascended to the stars and gave us lonely constellations and I glared at their mocking omniscience and hated him for it. I had become one too. The dust of diamonds now rains over the hills we once claimed "ours."

I stood at the edge of morality and looked the man straight in his eyes. I stood at the verge of virtue and felt the mud and muck of a thousand generations of dirty little ants with their dirty little armies and they swarmed the Earth and cried out "Justice!"

In the weariness of my shriveled heart I wept and begged myself to remain in the indifference, that this was shame, undeserved, incontrovertibly hypocrisy. Vengeance versus vengeance, rage against rage, and we were both human. We were both rationalizing our desires towards destruction for survival's sake, so I grabbed the knife anyway.

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