Stayc is dead now, and it’s all because of me. Stayc is lying neath the ground. We buried her the previous night, and nobody knows. Not even me. Stayc was a party crasher. She joined the duo with no one’s consent but her’s. Stayc was eavesdropping on every conversation that wasn’t hers, Stayc was rude, Stayc had to go. Stayc wouldn’t fit in, Stayc was a game changer, she couldn’t handle a thresome. Stayc…. Stayc… Stayc….. Stayc had to go. Stayc is dead now. We buried her the previous night. Nobody knows not even me.
On the bed stained with stayc’s blood we laid, staring over her body, as we watched life ooze from her lungs, debating every possible reasons of her existence or her nuisance. If only she could’ve kept at Bay, then we wouldn’t have set fire on the sailed ship. If only she could’ve kept at Bay, then we wouldn’t have to stop the party. On the bed stained with stayc’s innocence we laid, discussing the unprecedented arrival of stayc and the tragic exit of stayc. She laid there with eyes popped out like cherry, staring at us, with one phrase, “murderers!!!”. But Stayc is dead now, we buried her last night, nobody knows, not even me.
Stayc! Stayc! Stayc! Stayc don’t look at me with your fizzy eyes. Do not beacon unto me, for the chains I am in are worse to bear. Do not peel off my mask, do not expose me to the world for what I truly am. Stayc die! Stayc please die so the world can forget you over and over again. Stayc die for your grave is not engraved by an epitaph. Stayc you were the end and I was the means. You made me who I am. You were the life I first took. Stayc you was my burden to bear for it’s me who bore you. Do not expect me to say sorry for my shame won’t swallow my act. And my guilt won’t make it right. But you’re dead now, we buried you last night, and nobody knows, not even me.
Stayc, I don’t know if you were a Stayc or a Tommy. But I wonder if the likes of you ever has a voice in this place. I wonder how you often feel when we strangle you with pills and much more. But I don’t have to worry anymore. Because you’re dead now, I can sleep in peace.
So Stayc is dead now, we buried her last night on the same bed sheets we made her.
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As Written by Phill Ibsen
(Master of Description)
Heart_Art_Poetics
2018
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