The moon is obscured by darkness,

A luminous eye sliced open.

The vitreous fluid pours forth,

The optic nerve severed,

Proverbial blindness, revealing the dark recesses

Of the soul.


The hatred I harbor for you is epic, Shakespearean.

It is Romeo and Tybalt, settling an age-old feud.

It is Romulus and Remus, fighting to the death for the birth of an empire.

It is Hamilton and Burr on that fateful morning in Weehawken.

Brother against brother,

Man against man,

Lover against lover,

Until all that’s left is a burning pile of cinders and ashes.

© Chester Sakamoto