Layout by: Misha Mikylla Sanchez
Published by: Chloe Barcelona
Date Published: October 25, 2024
Time Published: 11:45 AM
Category: Prose
Theme: Hate embodied and treated as a defense mechanism someone cannot let go of.
If hatred was a person it would be me. It envelops me like a shadow, using my body as its host— shaping my every move, my every thought. My heart once capable of feeling love or hope has been overtaken by this deep seething rage that is near impossible to quell.
I am hate embodied as I carry every lie, mistreatment, and betrayal. Just as it consumes me, I also harness it as my way of detaching myself from the cruel, cruel world. With this emotion as my citadel of ice, freezing out every shred of vulnerability away, I will never again feel pain.
Hatred is despair at the thought of being alone, hatred is also pushing away everyone it ever cared for because it did not want them to get tangled with itself.
Apathy and detachment is afraid of love because if it learns to love, it becomes vulnerable. The still and calmness of love terrifies hatred. The noise and chaos helps hatred drown the voices of doubt and its own conflict, the silence makes hatred face its own fragility, the horrible feeling of being exposed.
The resentment and hostility is born from pain, rejection, and betrayal. It builds walls to protect itself from such dreadful feelings. When it lashes out, it does so out of desperation, terrified of being exposed, of being seen for what it truly is— hatred is a creature born not from strength but from weakness.
If all hate in the world were to manifest as a living, breathing human— it would be me.
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