abhorrence

By Sabrina Saria of 10-Gratitude

Illustration by Ana Lim

1/1030

in my beginning was my end

you were the oracle of my fate

the cell door you unlatched before me

commenced my sweet escape

my feet brushed on an unfamiliar ground

stone cold cement somehow out of reach

a pattern of toe to heel on smooth parchment

with inscriptions in velvet ink

with every step i took, there, a chapter left behind

the caress of your fingers at each line

ushered me towards my demise

words that slithered towards me, ready to pounce at any resistance

a treadmill of pages as my ground, what i saw from my indistinct vision

i was imprisoned in a place ought to be unconventional

but what comes around goes around

the rule of karma to my state

endeavoring to escape what is linear

only to find myself curving the other way

papers flipping from a strong wind

my agitation building up inside of me

the paranoia of being watched

though you’re the stirrer of my fate

1030/1030

in my end was my beginning

i bade farewell to you here

as both ends met, an abandoning occurred thereafter

and forever did history repeat