Pride

The familiar taste of freshly baked brownies bewitched me.

I lifelessly stare at the cold trophies, gleaming gold under the warm summer sun,

No one is better than you, you are beautiful,

I softly whisper.

And a mellow smile spreads across my face.

Pride.

An endless rope twined with good and evil.

Pride can be the joyous faces of proud parents

Or the malicious work of time, ending others lives because it feels that’s what’s right.

This is what pride does. Pride changes people.

I stare at the dozens of defeated bodies in front of me,

They deserved this,

I am supposed to do this, this is the right thing to do.

I feel satisfied, I feel pride.

Pride.

An endless rope twined with good and evil.

Pride can be the joyous faces of proud parents

Or the malicious work of time, ending others lives because it feels that’s what’s right.

This is what pride does. Pride changes people.