01 May 2026

Black-and-Blue Memory


 

I held her in a warm embrace, now I am ice.

I stayed too long, the emptiness fits me best.

We have reached the point of no return, she is the foreign taste on my lips,

Her scent is no longer calming; she smells like rage.

Her touch drove me insane; I am glad I shut her down.

She is like a virus, spreading through my veins,

She is the poisonous thrill – then the cage she put me in.

Her moves brought me to my knees, 

Deceived – I still survived,

Sick to my stomach I stayed – afraid of what she could do

When I refused to obey whatever she said.

My ego bruised, my skin black-and-blue,

A mental note of what I will never tolerate.

Like a snake slithering through my guarded walls,

She found a crack and nested there - in my paradise.

Like a parasite, she rooted deep inside my senses.

Lost – I stayed, confused – I endured.

But in the end, I remembered who I used to be.

Her silence is the song I craved to hear,

Voice muffled, paralyzed by what I have become.

And here we are – the balance has shifted.

Like a caged beast on display, I shoved her into the darkest corner of my zoo

Where I collect every dirty soul I have claimed.

I am vengeful – there is nothing left to lose.

I’ve learnt the language she taught me –

Every gaze, command and quiet threat is now a polished weapon.

She became comfortable with how small she tried to keep me – 

Contained.

But she never noticed the slightest shift,

I am the product of her twisted ways.

Now she is the one who flinches at every sudden move,

I hear her breath stumble the way mine did.

The metal crate I built from what she cherished most -  

Weakness and absence of the mind – this time they are hers.

Demise suits her best – no more pleading, only breaking is what awaits her.

She wanted someone who would never leave – stolen will,

Someone who would always stay – no matter how hard it gets.

And I passed all her tests – here I stand

But now I am on the other side of the metal frame.

I am the mirror she refused to face,

Now a carbon copy of her deranged mind – the Beast is out

And the Beast is me.