It's Terrifying Poem by Julia Luber

She's been trying to kill you for thirty three years, to be exact.
Ever so under the table, with no formal accountability nor obvious
shame. Nobody will know it was precisely her. And that that this
modus operandis is part and parcel of the phraxis that makes here
feel oh so profoundly intelligent and wow, so actually a man. With
pure and plain sophistication-using every trick of evolution in the
book. Your parents will never know nor admit to it neither. And so
many of your mutual friends have only integrated this goal of hers
as a quiet mimetic feature of togetherness with her, having com-
pletely ostracized you, not wanting to discuss the truth. And of
course they lean towards her agenda- with so much subtle élan:
slowly killing you. And what does this feel like to them? It feels
like getting over something.
But what is most disturbing is that she is succeeding. Oh, what
an elaborate maze. Too bad I have to know about and be witness
and force of consciousness and tacit witness of fact. Too bad it
has been long past any function and or state of explicability. And
that is therefore one of its nefarious qualities. That it is very complicated
and very highly evolved in their notions and intents of the purposes
of evolution, so to speak. You know what kind of evolution they've
been after since the Get-Go. No mystery to that. The Survival of the
Fittest! And they put that on high octane with a trip to the Galapagos
and everything- - to brag their baggage in your face as all part of the
way they do it dominating the way your family does it. They use people.
They use people faster than they can be used and with no clear objective
because it is to create subjugate pawns in this agenda of theirs. They want
their method to override yours. They want what makes them strong to dominate
and win over what makes or made you strong. They have an agenda. It is a
network in their instincts and their natures.
You are surprised that she would be overtly trying to kill you again-now
thirty two/three years later. But you recovered. But you had restituted. Look
Out! She's back! At the deli, the bank, the market, the coffee shop- whereever
she can be "in your face/in your space". You are surprised she could be that
sadistic. That you are the one who has to know how horrifically and terrifyingly
ill it has made you. These things ware you down eventually. So much ware and
tare on the brain eventually, eventually works its course. And you know that
what that awful creep wants, she gets. Painful as it is. It is like an understated
law of their idea of evolution. Don't forget: they are not military. They are not
the actors on the stage. They are the ones trying to build a stage that somehow
cuts you out from this performance so called life. Because to you it is not exactly
a performance except by such standards when it be. But to them-they are only
after that survival of the fittest as their dominant and victorious brag and bravado.
She is slowly killing you. It is making her arrogant and strong. The more you
degenerate from her afflict over you, the better she feels. Yeah, it's terrifying.