Sometimes I want to pass away,
Not to find peace or some sort of self justice,
But instead for the comfort of being forgotten,
To simply fade away into nothingness.
- M

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Sometimes I want to pass away,
Not to find peace or some sort of self justice,
But instead for the comfort of being forgotten,
To simply fade away into nothingness.
- M
War
I have made myself small,
Insignificant,
Pleasant and sociable.
The scars on my back are a testament,
Deep red trailing down my spine,
As I grip my flesh in contained rage.
Why am I expected to be pathetic?
If I am to be gutted either way,
I would prefer to become a bloody beacon,
My hair matted with coppery substances,
While my eyes are set ablaze.
I will hunt those who seek to destroy me,
Aid those who wish for shelter,
And wage war on this world that demeans me.
I am trapped in a woman’s body,
Limited by makeshift shackles,
But my freedom is near.
So when I break free,
Fear for your lives,
I will kill for my Justice,
And bathe in a sea of Red.
- M
Grief
I find myself wandering empty halls and endless doors, Hoping to find some semblance of a younger self, To convince myself that I am real. I stare at my hand for a long moment, As it shakes gently, My reflection warping in the mirror. There is a deep pit in the centre of my body, An empty bullet wound, Where sympathetic words pass through. Perhaps soon I will be able to look at the sky, Staring numbly at the ever changing colours, But keeping my eyes dry. Soon is what I whisper, Over and over, Like a mindless chant. Soon. Soon. Soon.
If only I believed it.