I gifted myself a new name
once, when I did what I loved.
I murdered my friend, a writer-
whose poetries seem'd like mine
and so, I made him silent forever.
I admit, I was envious of him.
People preferred his work over mine
when I put the same effort like he did.
I murdered him and named me a “Winner”
for I was taught to ”weaken the weaker."
I am contented and pleased-
now that I am left with none to compete.
But I clearly recall his flaming eyes
when I stabbed him not two but three times.
He did send me a letter the other day
wishing nothing but pain and suffering;
till maggots turn my putrefied body to dust.
He ends his letter by gifting me a new name-
A name written boldly, like I would care...
He gave me a new name, “Monster.”

© Limatoshi Longkumer