Electrified Hellfire

By River's Writings

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Ghosts come knocking on my door,
Grinning wickedly, mocking disturbingly

I was there,
Beside you, in front of you,
But the ghosts remind me,
I may as well have been below you
______________________________

Picture perfect of ‘Oh, what a love!’
More like, ‘What a freaking joke.’

You were there for me, for us,
Making fun of serious things,

Laughing at the lack of common knowledge,
Claiming, ‘Everyone knows this!’

You were kind, loving,
wearing the color of green dreams,
A king knowing he’s right,
A people pleaser putting everyone else
FIRST,
Of course, everyone meant never me or us

With love in your eyes,
You lifted me and understood,
With dark humor of heinous ‘
haha,’
You put me down,
Painting over my black, your angelic white

Building a life together,
Hand in hand, dreaming and loving,
All a masterpiece meant to lead to
the immaculate, perfect duty
of the woman and the man

Yet, the picture had a crack,
Remember what?
_______________
Me, right?

You were scared of
the brewing darkness breathing inside,
and so cowered in
the haven of your hegemonic excuses

I saw the fear in your eyes,
in your mind,
The S-n-a-p

How noble of you to take a step back,
Throw stones for safety measures,
And wash your hands

You were afraid of the fall,
So you ran

Yet here I am,
I still stand

You took my hell and electrified the flames,
Adding excuses wrapped in gasoline of emptiness,
The fire was charged with duplicitous knives of
‘I love you till the end.’

As if lightning and flames were combined,
We burned in those heartless times,
With passion turned into resentment,
And kindness into an all-consuming rage

But even in the inferno of our past,
even in the flames,
I did not dissolve into ash

Your destructive poison may still be engraved in my skin,
Like a tattoo never kissed by time,
Refusing to fade, refusing to be erased,
But it’s alright, I’ll paint different colors over the marks

Now, the hellfire of us is only a painful memory,
At least I’m no longer burning in your toxicity,
And my future timeline no longer has you in it

© River’s Writings 2025
*Originally published in Medium