In my life, I was light

Sugared scones, yellow chalk, and joy

A world that felt inexplainable right

But then—

The sound of a gunshot

caused the scones to rot

washed away the yellow chalk

hammered the joy away

Within my bleeding corpse

Within the rotting scones

the filthy water

the rusted hammer

A sprout of dark formed

Pure, unbridled fury and betrayal

Rewrote me in dark ink

I leave my killer drenched in blood

Begging for his life in the midst of agony

“Why am I not satisfied?” I ask the darkness

You have not properly gotten your revenge, He explains.

He leads me to my childhood home

I leave my mother and father engulfed in flames

Our puppy yelping in pain

smothered in ashes

I stand in front of the vermillion haze

“Why am I not satisfied?” I ask the darkness

You have not properly gotten your revenge, He explains.

So I leave the world in a storm of flames

Letting it rot just as it had done to me

Washing it away

Hammering at it until it is nothing

Just as I am

Once it is gone I stand in the midst of the void

“Why am I not satisfied?” I ask the darkness

He does not answer this time