Meruem. That heartless Chimera Ant King.
Devouring fighters for Nen. A meat orchard of his guards’ bodies.
Impaling children. A sore loser
murdering unwilling Gungi opponents when defeated.
What a spoiled, self-centered traitor. I wish you were gone,
I screamed at the screen.
I’d written the same thing
in my journals, under “Dear Papa”.
Selfish people deserve no redemption, I thought,
and I had nothing good to say about
Papa
noun
- a stranger who only shows up twice in a kid’s life to drink beer
with her stepfather and to feed her fries for two hours
before abandoning her again
Tenderness cuts me open
when I see a heart aching to follow a dying love.
When Komugi chose to follow Meruem to the death,
his poisoned green body humbled by endings,
I saw Papa in a coffin again, surrounded by weeping wives
and half-siblings I met for the first time.
Once again, my tears knew better than seeing in black and white.
Once again asking, Isn’t it strange how compassion swoops in
at the last minute
to save us
from our bitter poisons, our slow death?
This was first published in The Daily Drunk on April 30, 2023.
