“We cast upon you an
evil spell of selves.”
She is magic.
She is the moon.
She is galactic,
the stars and beyond.
So how dare you
deny her
of that beautiful recipe
of human experience?
How dare you.
She is beyond brave.
She is the definition of power.
And you devour
every ounce
of her precious soul.
You refuse
to give her the space
to bloom
like the magnificent sunflower
that she is.
I don’t get it.
I don’t understand you.
You are cruel.
You are malicious.
You are,
Malice.
The moment any bit of happiness walks through the door,
you are so quick
to shove her out of the way
and sit in her place,
and develop your evil face.
You reject
the grace
of love.
You dismiss touch.
You numb her.
Completely.
You take everything away
like it’s nothing.
You always act like it’s nothing.
And I don’t get that.
I don’t understand you.
You are malicious.
You are cruel.
You are,
Malice.
Tell me, dear,
when you look at yourself
in the mirror,
are you proud of what you see?
Are you proud of what you see while you’re pretending to be me?!
Who is me, anyways?
Do either of us truly know?
I mean…
there are so many others...
too many
others
crawling around
inside.
Most of us play
hide
and
seek,
only making an appearance
when the mania peaks.
But not you.
Oh no.
You always seem to come forth
and you are a temptress
ready to scorch
those who stand in your way.
You are quick to spew hate.
God forbid that you bite your tongue.
You’ll burn anyone
who stands too close to us.
When will enough ever be enough?
You cut down love with your anger.
It’s like you’ve got this thirst
for revenge.
It’s such a rush
for you to create such danger.
And it’s inevitable
that our sanity
is what you must
crush first,
Malice.
You parade around with the misery.
You cause so much damage to our mind and to our body,
and to any body
who dares to know who we really are.
You don’t want them to know us.
So you silence us.
You take away our voice.
You shut me down
And you shut her down!
And her!
And her!
And her!
You turn the volume down
on our magic
and you cast evil spells
rolled with heavy violence.
Living beside you
is pure hell.
I will never like you.
I will never understand you
or why you are this way.
Will you please
just let me feel again?!
You’ve taken so much from us.
That’s enough!
Can you JUST
sit in the back for awhile?
Can you JUST
sew your FUCKING mouth shut and be quiet?!
Her voice needs to be heard.
My voice needs to be heard.
We deserve to be heard!
And seen!
And loved!
For once!
Enough is enough.
She deserves to feel love.
She needs to express herself.
She deserves to experience true happiness
and a gentleness,
an intimate touch upon her flesh.
No more of this hatred.
No more of this, Malice.
No more!
Because she is the sun.
She is the moon.
She is the stars.
She is everything and beyond.
And I am done
watching you wrap your noose
and cruel sense of reality around her neck.
I am SICK of watching you choke her lifeless.
You have to go.
You have to.
Go.
Let her own this body
and mind
and soul
once more.
You are not welcome here.
Leave us alone,
mAlice.
Unraveling my soul 