Odium

Once again I torture myself,

It’s horrible how masochistic I can be at some times,

It starts with sudden glimpses of odium,

I storm into my bedroom and lie on the cold floor,

I clutch my clothes tightly and scream intestinally,

And I intend to stay like this forever,

Foetal position,

I could tear my clothes if I kept clasping it,

So forcefully,

My face is red and taut,

Creases scratch my entire face,

Around my swollen eyes,

And my twisted mouth,

My facial aspect is pain itself,

My actions are personifications of wrath,

And I intended to stay like that forever.

The End

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