It’s time

Her radar of hate flickered through me,
Burning brutally,
I feel ensnared.

Alas, she acclaimed,
She can get rid of me,
I know she will never miss me.

Why me,
Of all the children?
I surmised.

Was it because of my looks?
Was it because father paid more attention to me?
Or was it because she never loved me?

Stand straight up!
she barked mercilessly,
As though I was a convict in captive.

As the hot, burning boiling water
Trickled down my skin,
I told myself, I will never let her win.

I have to store for time,
To live,
Just to live.

I strained to look at the time,
Just then, the door swung open.
I knew I won this stupid game.

She turned away to smile at him, welcoming him home.
It is time,
I took the boiling kettle and thrust it towards her head.

Edwina Goh
4H