My Beloved 4 legs

An emptiness filled by smoke inside left a yellow haze, while I smiled, for that threw me closer to where I belonged. Before a deafening silence and a gushing spill of my consciousness in red tainted the yellow haze into a deep red, yet slowly sinking into something ambiguous.

A mumbling of people. I smile for once.

I felt the warmth of care. The blue haze tainted with red — every consciousness bleeds before me. I see my beloved four legs on the other side.

my 4 legs

He calls for me. It’s bright; he finally realized his happiness. His body bore the wounds of hate and venom, for the venom was kinder to him than the disgusting poison of mankind.

His free will embodied, his desires achieved, and yet from the brightest corner he calls for me.

My body shivers in an ache. The bright yellow boundary is unsurpassable.

“I can’t cross this,” I yell.

I felt loved, yet I declined. I am not who I was supposed to be.

The museum of failures, tainted by an unlawful act of self-loathing and hatred. I smiled and walked away. I walked towards what I myself had destined myself to.

I say my farewell to my beloved orange four legs, for he embodied himself and rested in what he loved. Yet a tear rolled down my eye, cleaning a part of me I forgot existed.

“Too late,” a blue figure whispers in my ear.

I smile, realizing for once I killed myself for the last time.

I turn my back and disappear into this red-black haze.

I smile, knowing my beloved four legs rests in a better place — my only relief.

~ Muaz