Storm

[storm-in-a-bottle]

I have to believe I’m good enough for someone.

[storm-in-a-bottle]

Death sat next to me. Their skull was held together by sinew and maggots; they smelled like carrion.

“I can’t help but notice the demons gnawing at your bones,” They whispered.

“You’re acknowledging your own work?” I whispered back.

“I take no credit for this,” They hummed, “I am eternal, but I am patient. I am nothing if not gentle release,”

“Then who do you suggest did this?”

With a rattle, death peered around, empty sockets seemingly taking in our surroundings.

“Life,” They said simply.

“Life?”

“They permeate this place. Life is all around. They are as eternal as I; where I am finality they are continuity. I am simply the inevitable end. I have no reign over what haunts you while they are here,”

Their words weighed heavy on my soul. We sat together in silence.

[storm-in-a-bottle]

which do you feel pertains to you the most?

I was something

I am something

I will be something

Voting ended onJan 11, 2025

[storm-in-a-bottle]

One day, you will see the terror you cultivated in me. I’ll rip out your tongue the way you forced me to bite mine. 

[storm-in-a-bottle]

When I see pictures of you I feel sick. When I’m with you I forget the pain you’ve inflicted.

You’re whittled into my bones. I see you when I look into the mirror. Remnants of you are stuck in my hair, my nose, in my teeth, and I don’t know if I’m proud to bear those features or if I want to carve them away.

I have the same eyes as you. The same moles. Does that mean I’m your possession? Only here while useful? How long until you send me away? Why do I look forward to being rid of you while simultaneously grieving the loss?

I’m disgusted of myself. Any pride I was allowed was your doing. Any shame I’ve felt was my own. Every win was yours to claim, every mistake was mine to carry.

I’m too old for your kindness and too young for your privilege. Where am I supposed to go?