Confessions

By Santi Agosto

Santi Agosto is a Montréal based writer. “Confessions” is about revealing a long winded confession. Santi recommends blowing raspberries.

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I must confess, I am tired of hearing you talk.

I’ve been stuck here for God knows how long.

You ramble on and on, I cannot keep my thoughts.

Your endless chatter, your nonsensical drone,

It overwhelms me, stills my flesh and bones.

I’ve been smelling your same old rancid breath,

My nose has now clogged. I’ve been staring at

Your convulsing face, my eyes have lost light.

My body has remained frigid, I have lost all touch.

Your ugly words have carved out my brain, buzzed out all thought.

I remain transfixed in an infinite hypnosis.

Slowly, my mind rejects this endless chatter 

And somehow, it lulls me to sleep under such horrible speech.

I awake into a world of rivers and trees as my only sound,

Wind gushes through blades of glass in a delicate pattern. 

Coos and whistles, the flutter of wings.

Slowly a speakerphone erects from the ground,

Trembling, ripping the earth apart.

It projects your endless monotone, your incessant word splatter,

Familiar enough to force my brain into decipherment,

Vague enough to make deciphering last forever.

I could not stand it, I broke into a terrible roar,

Filth, fire, shit, and vomit clawed out of my mouth,

Such a deviation pulled me from my dream.

Now, here I am in front of you, only this time I seem to have quieted you down

And all I can say to you now – now that I can finally speak – is that I wish never to hear you talk, never think, never cry, never scream. 

I want you pacified and under my thumb.

 I want you carved into stone, I want your tongue on a platter, I want your words zapped out of your brain. I want your cords strained apart and your imagination ripped to shreds. I want you blind, deaf, and dumb, I want you crawling for more, I want you gone.

I must confess, I am tired of hearing you talk.