He Wants Them Guillotined

By Akshara Pandey

He wants them guillotined on behalf of his mother.

She didn’t wipe his tears often ,so I was chosen to take her place.

I was not kind and forgiving as his mother.

I gave up my seat for a more suited candidate,

For I was not built in the mould he craves to shape me into.

I was not made for that coffin he wishes to lower me into dust.

In every face, he looks for the same fuller lips and gaze.

Just in a different skin, in a different place.

He still craves that familiar face, familiar ache.

Entangled with him, she is.

Strung along as he makes his way

To the next victim,

With a gift of hurt,

A dash of guilt,

Sprinkled with his tactics.

He lurks near, waiting for his prey :

Heart of gold, full of grace,

Perfect enough to be showcased.

Still,

He strings along the corpse of his late mother.

Oh, she is very much breathing,

Somewhere alive

But in his conscience,

He tiringly carries the dead weight . 

Entangled. Enmeshed...

He avoids looking into mirrors 

For those remind him of the man he resents...

But that doesn't stop him growing into his spitting image.

Still,

He fixes his hair to look his best,

To impress the girl he is about to break

He knows that I watch from a distance 

I watch him - a dot on the ground below.

He hates how I know him for who is,

And for what he is to become.

By Akshara Pandey