This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to a specific reality is just a coincidence.
She was a monster with a huge and beloved smile. She would mess up lives with a simple touch of her eyes. She could appear sweet or soft, but she was wild, and it wasn’t in a good way. She was destroying someone and was denying it. She was talking about love, but her love was destructive.
I need to get out of here. I need to see the sun without these currents around my soul. God, please! I can’t endure it anymore. I don’t have powers anymore. God, please! I need to do my own things, my own decisions… This boat isn’t conducting me for a road pleasant for my soul. God, please! I need to get out of here.
The victim was screaming against the walls. He was confined in a house where his hands were used only for activities far away from his heart. Everyone would win if he won. But no one was thinking of this, and in his little time, he was too exhausted, and he needed to sleep. She could see his sadness… And she was happy with this. She was his mother and felt like he was her property.
God, do you remember? When I had that guy… She was always screaming with me after my dates with him. She was always acting like she was doing a favour for me. Like I couldn’t meet that guy or… I don’t know. Was I a prisoner? Am I a prisoner? Is she blocking my ways? God, please!… Even when I was studying, she started to interrupt my focus… God, I’m trying to see other ways. God, do you remember? She put her responsibilities on my back.
It was night. The others were sleeping, and he was looking at the moon. He started to dream about life in a different place. Different people. Other tastes…
Other tastes… Can I taste different flavours, God? I would love this. I don’t know how to express what is happening. I don’t know… And I want to do it. However, my brain stops when I start to try. So I don’t know how to write the details. It’s my sin with myself.
She started the day talking about things that perforated his mind. She didn’t care if he didn’t like this. What she loved was the rule for others. His feelings and ideas were thrash discarded in sewage without any treatment. He wasn’t toxic. But he was angry about everything.
God, are you listening to me? God, are you there? God, please, talk to me! God, please, don’t leave me here!
Another day, another event. His heart stopped. It was kissed by Death, because he was suffering a lot, and he gave up. We can’t judge him. She said, “It was a fatality, and I really loved him!” and kept the routine. She never loved him. Just to be clear.
Victor dos Anjos 