What If I Told You

• Eva Kuang, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2020

that I killed someone?
Cold blooded,with my bare hands, merciless, in a tiny pitch-black, isolated room?
She came by everyday,once or twice, squabbling about her amazing day per usual,
her ‘amazing’ parents,her perfect ‘easy’ going life.
And I hated that with burning passion.
Why do I have to suffer? Alone? By myself?

But now her heart’s splattered,drowned with bitterness, shattered,
smooshed, flattened,
tossed,abandoned,
alone. By herself.
My heart desired no longer for 
sunshine and rainbows.
It was simply out of my grasp after the blossoming divorce, the so called ‘easy’ life.
So I sat there,
With my bare erroneous hands,
In this tiny,pitch-black,isolated room.
What if I told you that I killed someone?
But my intentions were only because I was tired of the past, her lies, her naiveness.