Bending the Truth(A Katara Story)
When empathy becomes your worst enemy (Pt.2)
The anchor forged from a false sense of confidence drags me to the deep. A lullaby of deceit deafens the truth while the alleged angel rocks me to sleep. As life has been nothing but a cycle of anxiety and failures, I embraced Hama, the innocent refugee.
Thinking God actually did me a favor, I was ripe from the tree of gullibility. After months of this grueling travel, Christmas came early in the form of understanding and like-mindedness. However, even those with a similar origin can lead you straight to the gates of hell.
A Sinister Curriculum
In a flash, the process of darkening my aura was underway. A piece of playdough now being molded by the hands of deception. Shaping me into a demon and giving me ownership of a devilish intent.
Being sincere here and maybe a few lies over there can paint a beautiful, but melancholic picture. Lessons laced with hidden messages, with text not of ink but in blood. Decades of practice fashioned a mentor who specializes in pulling at the heartstrings of her pupils.
The master’s course in manipulation has already begun, as I am oblivious to my own enrollment. I was 70 miles too far gone up shit’s creek before I could blink. Smiling while I unknowingly participate in self-harm with a razor made of empathy. This is my result for seeking sisterhood on the battlefield.
Casualties of Savedgry
Whether in prison or out in the open, we are held prisoner by The Fire Nation. Trading tales of suffering as fate stripped us of our families and drained our aspirations. Despair rose with the tide as fire burned the land.
Her story flooded my senses as I saw a woman who became the definition of trauma. Woeful words placed me where I could feel the rumble of the warships rupturing the glaciers.
Heat flirts with the skin as screams can be heard in the distance. The rotten taste of black snow is enhanced by the aroma of burning flesh.
Kindred spirits flock together as she found a talent in me that was foreign to even myself. Blinding me from the darkness while showing me concepts I could’ve never imagined.
The swirls of water were hypnotizing as her spell was rooted in commonality. With stop signs throughout this entire encounter, Toph would have made for a better driver than I.
Let’s Play the Blame Game
With the certainty of tomorrow’s sunrise, the heart never fails to lead me astray. To be compassionate and receive nothing but a cold shoulder was a notion I was all too familiar with. So many questions wash through my mind as I lose the free will of my limbs.
What happens when there’s no one to blame but myself?
Where was the exact moment I f**ked up in this situation?
Who will I be after this confrontation?
Why was I so hopeless?
When will I ever learn from the mistakes of the past?
- I could sit here for years and still not come up with answers for this brief list of questions. Meditation solves nothing when it’s guaranteed to never know peace.
Unforgivable Actions
As the tears rolled down my face, nothing could soothe the frostbite of betrayal. The knife of duplicity pierces the same scar left by others. We inch closer to a battle where there is no victor. Purging the life from the blades of grass, as you do the same to my sanity.
Standing before me is the outcome of bathing too long in the shadows. Internal anguish at its finest, why must life be filled with so much strife? Wishing I could forget the last hour as Hama reaffirms her stance. Ice, steam, and water dance in violence while ideologies clash.
A tsunami of regret crashes with the force of thunder. As the battle dragged on, her desperation became more apparent. And with a few hand motions, a decision was made that will haunt me until I’m six feet under. The hatred of Hama’s bound to my soul, regardless of whether or not this was her last moonrise.
I belong to the Devil
To contort another’s body, to reshape organs, to break wills of the innocent; she ruined my perception of something I held dear. Using me as a vessel to house her twisted ethos, and I gave her the keys to do so.
Opening a world dominated by twisting the veins of another. My most vengeful desires now had room to grow on the field of broken promises. Stained beyond reprieve, I struggle to stay afloat in a whirlpool of emotions. Recovery is feasible, but there’s no return after letting Satan out of the bottle.