MAI KIL

Check out Mai Kil’s dark poem 'The Unkind Stranger', featured in The Siren’s Call magazine. Step into the narrator's disjointed mind and follow their unhinged stream of consciousness to a dark conclusion. Awesome work. Read it below.

The Unkind Stranger

I hurt
someone, again.
It was Halloween. We were going to see a movie. I like scary movies.
Adrenaline.
My sister and the kids were there.
I wish the kids weren’t there.
They heard me curse. A lot. I “said the eff word.”
I don’t remember.
I want to.
I try playing it back in my head over and over again.
Can’t sleep.
This stranger
pushed my sister.
No reason, it seemed. Bad day, I guess.
Maybe he caught his girlfriend cheating.
Rage.
Two other men pulled me off of him.
That was a good thing.
Yes, that was a good thing.
I remember the one man’s voice:
“Please, stop!”
He wasn’t yelling. He was pleading.
I liked his voice. He is
good.
I can’t see his face.
I want to.
I wish the kids weren’t there.

My therapist said my guilt was
Good
            She thought I felt guilt for hurting someone.
            no
                          The guilt was for wanting to hurt him
                          more.

I try playing it back in my head over and over again.
Adrenaline.
I try to feel the tension of his hair around my fingers.
I try to hear the gentle tapping of his blood hitting the tile floor.
He shouldn’t have pushed my sister.
He was having a bad day, I guess.
I am grateful that he pushed my sister.
Thank you,
unkind stranger.
It had been
so long.

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