Hate me

i still don’t care about your bright, feeble existence. but then you never cared much for mine, did you? what are we? a pair of grinning jack o’lanterns, you used to say. sitting together, precariously balanced on someone’s front stoop. then the nighttime hooligans came ‘round with a cacophony of sound. they had two to choose from, you and i. you were the one who got to live, there on that stoop until your smile rotted and sagged. a peaceful garbage can grave. i was the one they destroyed, thrown into the street, scooped up again, battered until the cheap electric tea light in my guts cracked and went dark. left to decompose in the gutter, sun bleached, a snack for hungry vermin. and your frozen smile watched all the while, gloating. pretending to grieve, but really just glad that it wasn’t you.