The Uninvited

By Estefany Palacios

Feelings, I hear them knocking.
As if they don’t know she doesn’t want them.
She says, “Feelings, will you go?
Have you not caused harm enough?
Have you not seen me crying?
Feeling empty; wishing I was dying.”

Feelings, I see them hurting.
As if they don’t know she is dying.
Her skin is fragile, her mind is naive.
All of what they tell her, she will believe.
But her death is not here
Nor in her ear,
It’s inside her soul,
Or what it’s left of it…

She says, “Feelings will you go?
Have you not caused harm enough?
Have you not seen me crying?
Feeling empty; dying.

Feelings, I hear them leaving.
As if they don’t know she is dead.
Her skin is cold, her mind is gone.
Everything they said, she swallowed.
Everything they did was vile.

She said, “Feelings will you forgive me?
Have I not cried ceaselessly?
What did I do, Just tell me?
You desired me to feel, now I do.
And all I feel is chasm. “

Feelings, I see them crying.
They knew she didn’t want them.
Yet they grazed her, immolated her soul.
Now that she’s gone they’re crestfallen.
Cynical is their name.
I said, “Feelings, are you done?
Changing your appellation?”

Then I hear someone saying:
“Didn’t you know they were loathsome?
They tried to kill my soul, but I survived.
Credence is the answer, I assure you.
Why be livid? Have peace, be blithe.
Your joy will make them suffer,
And your peace will make them bleed. “

Feelings, I see them lying.
Thinking they had won,
Yet they’ve been vanquished.