Katharsis
Posted by harafish | Filed under poetry
To the backyard I went.
A can of kerosene in hand.
I took a match from my pocket.
And lit the bonfire.
The flame, which was not flame at all
but the devil’s tongue,
lapped the wood,
Which was not wood anymore,
but his limbs.
I heard the crackling sound…
His groan of agony.
His anguished cry.
The sound of breaking bones and screams,
drowned in the sea of fire.
I smelled the burning flesh.
Not appalling like I thought it would.
I closed my eyes,
Inhaling the not-so fetid odor.
After a while of basking in this delight.
I looked at him, or rather,
of what remained of him.
His soul.
Black as the pit of the abyss.
I took a deep breath.
And smiled.
Finally, I can have a
sweet peaceful sleep.
