Summary: Another theme-drabble for the 31days at LJ.
Up Here and Down There
(Theme- august 17; I am inside someone who hates me)
Dedicated to Alma
It was born (I was born) of his hatred, anger, and pain. It crawls (I crawl) through him, like a serpentine parasite slithering through his bloodstream, and I look out through his glazed eyes into the setting sun- I feel his hand (or is it mine?) clenched in anguish; his pain, that which created me.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," he says, desperately.
And I think, Keep hating.
Because if he doesn't hate me, or her, or the world, I will never see the sun again.
Notes: It's not exactly what I imagined, but I do like it. In fact, I really like it a lot more than the first try at this theme I did.
Title taken from a quote of a man named Phil Cohn; his comments on residents "on the hill" talking about the "up here" whites and "down there" black East St. Louisans:
"You can't just label it down there and up here, you've got to say 'It's all us, what can we do? Side A can't fight side B. This isn't the Civil War. Side A and Side B hove both got to come off their horses and forget that the white man thinks like this and the black man thinks like that, and one's out to get the other, and say 'These are our people down there that are suffering, and we've got to get our heads together and do something, or you're going to keep hating me and I'll keep hating you and they're going to keep suffering."
And, I've just noticed this, but the quote is also kind of relevant because Black Haru and White Haru.