You Tap the Devil in Me

by Kat Ongoco

You, miss-crap-loudmouth

you, who cannot stop from talking,

you, who prevent my right to wallow the web,

you, who notice things insignificantly,

and who intersperse stuffs making heaven a hell.

You tap the devil in me,

you are that poison in my consciousness

who makes me forget every word written in the Bible,

you are the snake in Eden

giving me the reason to commit a sin.

You are as loud as the eruption of the caldera of a mega-volcano,

your voice is like thunder during a storm

that makes me want to scream,

you are the trauma to the ears

causing the explosion of my eardrums.

If you were my sibling or even my classmate,

you will be mindful of your deeds,

you will maintain the quietude for me to read,

you will not steal my right to luxuriate the net

for me to finish my homework.

Now, it is 1 a.m. and I am encoding my work,

cursing you inside my mind,

wishing you to be blessed with a nightmare,

you having problems with your housemate

causing you not to slumber at night.

Sooner or later when you’re done with your torment,

I will disable the networks

And will not teach you to fix it,

I will buy a noise-cancelling gear

for me not to hear your impudence again.