your master scolds you.
the words that had replaced the whip the replaced the ratan cane.
the cut from the inside..
you feel the urge to argue.
you know you cannot win.
even if you won, you would still have lost, in the grand scheme of things.
you are lost..
the pain from the inside..
you dig your fingernails into your arm,
pain that distracts you from more pain..
ironic
,..
" you are a waste of my time'
your heart bleeds liquid crystals from your eyes.
poisoning them , a veridian glow.
the fire.
the emptiness,
while you are corrodes from the insides..
your gut twirls in magnificent spirals.
the pain..
everything you were fighting for turning against you.
the inferno,
leaving in its wake a cold dark solitary destitude..
you are alone..
a mystery weather the cold was from the beads of tears wiped haphazzardly on your sleves... or from your heart...
your soul splits into two, co-existing in one body.
one dominant over the other..
you fight yourself..
you have become an abomination.....
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