We live in an age where showing outrage on social media and passing around links for petitions sum up our efforts to affect change. We console ourselves by attending demos or putting photos up on Instagram and Facebook, then sleeping soundly because we have done our bit. And yet here I am, unable to do anything other than to write about it on an online platform. Shall I call it irony or hypocrisy?
At night, a parliament of ghosts recline on her chest
the ghost of Failures from the Distant Past
the ghost of Every Deflated Hope
the absent seat where the ghost of Snatched Innocence used to sit but these days it is occupied with a sign: ‘Too wise for this bullsh*t, see ya when I see ya.’
It’s better to be alone than in bad company
but you seem to take it to a new dimension
Infamous for revelling in your menace
you have your cake and eat it too.
You’re bad company, and still they flock to you
Tell me: why must the good suffer?
When you laugh that hearty laughter with your head knocked back and call me a funny cow.
When you kiss my hands because they cook your favourite food.
When you just know something’s not right within milliseconds of looking at my depressed ‘boothi’ (mug)
When you nurse me back to health (and even when you deliberately wind me up!)
You make me realise:
Zero regrets. The best choice I’ve ever made.
With just 3 days left to the October challenge, here’s a status update.
I feel like today’s prompt word is a sick joke I played on myself (cue the DJ Khaled memes). Either that or this October challenge was truly meant to be.