Anna Torres
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I’m a 39-year old mother and student. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
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Armistice
Impeachment is coming. There will be no ceasefire nor surrender. The cessation of warfare comes at a cost. The peace treaty you wouldn't sign will still be there to haunt you at the end. I allowed negotiations to continue but hostilities were allowed to ruin me. You undermined me at every pause. What once sparked between us is now dead and throbbing. I wonder if it was ever really there. I had to soothe it with alcohol for it to rot. I had to numb it with Novocain for it to fester. Little by little, you kept extracting my soul. It's these corruptible lies that continue to permeate me. It's the truth that always meddled because it refuses to settle. The conspiracy theories were real. You were never the love I wanted to feel. It's the pieces of my heart that were out of reach. You took my body instead. I dug the grave that is prepared for you. I built the tomb to trap your remains. The mausoleum is there as your eternal resting place. There is only static to replace your repetitive lies. I wish for the day where you go silent, forever keeping me at peace. I waited for the end of the world, in anticipation. I rehearsed for the brutal end but this tragedy was the better outcome. I rationed my joy in hopes it would last me. I repurposed myself and pledged my devotion to a worthless cause. The plan was to remain unhappy for the rest of my days. That is what little I thought of myself. I never thought there would be a life without you, a life that existed beyond you. I became comfortably mediocre all thanks to you. All else eventually became trivial when pursuing my own means of happiness. I've got places to be before the sun sets. I've survived the sickness that is you. You wanted me gone and yet, I refuse. I've knocked you off your pedestal. You appear so tiny and insignificant to me now. There is no altar for you to project your supremacy anymore. There will be no armistice. Of this I am certain. You will not be spared. Time will not go easy on you. I will not let you off this easily. This intolerance speaks for me now. You convinced me once I couldn't have it all. Your removal from my life became your free fall. You're nothing but fragile and small. I am here to forever claim it all.
By Anna Torres15 days ago in Poets
Halcyon
I've allowed my anxiety to speak for me. To tear me down like you always used to. You ridiculed my wingspan until it was nothing but bones. You didn't want me whole, you wanted me broken. You loved me when I was fragile and co-dependent. I've ventured out of the cave into spiraling sunlight. I still feel the discomfort because I'm accustomed to the inferiority. How do I overcome this trauma? How do I reach those blessed days of halcyon? I hold myself up to severe expectations instead of being kind to myself. I'm still learning how to exist without you. Succeeding without needing your permission. You can't keep returning and holding me hostage to the past. I can break free because that's not what's expected of me. You wanted me to fail but I have to disappoint you one last time. I was running out of time when I was with you. I was undermining my own potential to soothe your delicate ego. You wouldn't let the truth breathe. I'll take the lead. I'll take the chance that was given to me. This is the one I've been searching for. He's been looking for me too. I'll hang on with all the hope that is inside of me. We're a force that cannot be stopped. You tried to stifle this acceleration but this propulsion will break through. This ascension is something you cannot control, could not contain. The flames will skyrocket into the zenith while you lament down here on earth. The view is amazing up here. I'll take him with me as I explore other universes. When I eject myself into oblivion, you'll be there with me. I can't do this without you. Maybe I could but I just don't want to. When I explode as a supernova, I want you there to witness it. To keep me safe where I hold onto your hand with all that I have. I want to keep you with me for as long as I can. I was never anyone's until I met you. I can gratefully say my heart is yours because it belongs to you. I can't defy the forces that have led me to you. It was inevitable and I am yours just as you are mine. We are finally alive. We are the crack in the sky and we have been blessed with the divine. We are perpetually intertwined. We will stay like this forever until the end of time
By Anna Torres2 months ago in Poets
Bitter Sea
It was ominous and I still ignored it. A captivating monster that lured me in. The bear trap kept me contained for way too long. I begged you to regurgitate me so I can live in peace. You were as hollow and vacant as a makeshift haven. Fickle and bipolar like the crescendo waves of eternal blue. Our intensity grew worse as we became more villainous. Your hostility was as infinite as the tide that cascaded in. Your presence was punishment that became my burden. Your absence is the reward that kept on giving. I authorized your removal but you were slow to vacate. I'm still drowning in precious salt water as I scream. No tourniquet will plug this visceral wound. You wanted me to perish but it wasn't meant to be. I fear I will never escape you. There will be invisible abrasions that continue to plunder me. There will be transparent bruises that you will never own. This laborious torture does have a timer. It will expire once you evaporate. This misery has evolved into ambition. You took my oxygen as your own but doubted my ability to surface. I sought peace over proving myself to you. I now claim victory over this endless, bitter sea. This was never going to be the death of me
By Anna Torres2 months ago in Poets
Gargoyle Scream
You're haunted by the spectre that is my voice. You switched masks but I could still find you. You hid away your true mannerisms but your ugliness still shines in the dark. I only hold the dagger and key to your venomous heart. You never knew a ghost was on your trail, left behind to forever hunt you. Your time was always going to be short. You didn't know revenge is what motivates me. It's no wonder you can't look over your shoulder. That smell of sulfur, that's me. That tickle in your spine, that is I. The sudden chill of cold you feel when you're alone? You're never alone with me on the chase. The wind could escape you but I cannot. The whispers in the evening glow, the rising yawns in the morning dew. I am everywhere you don't think I am. I am everything you abandoned for greener pastures. I am the past that cannot stay at rest. The forgotten do not allow ignorance to flourish. You cannot say you did your best. The truth is the only thing that connects us and I am the shadow that continues to pursue you. Vengeance is not the ultimate goal. I want to hold you in my arms one last time while I shatter your bones with my gargoyle scream. I will be the last voice you ever hear. I am searching for you, my dear. I am the midnight stalker that desires you so. Wherever you go, I will follow like smoke from your wounded ashes. I envy the years of antiquity because they are allowed to finally sleep. I am the parts of history that have no desire to ever let go. This is punishment for all you got away with. I am the demon spawn that craves your putrid flesh. I am the apparition that cannot forgive. The spirit wraith that cannot dismiss you. I am the infinite phantom that will not let you slip by. I retain the memories that you refuse to acknowledge. I have hope that your capture is approaching. Your imminent seizure is on its way. The hunt will be over soon. I will finally be able to rest with you in my clutches. I will apprehend you, my dear. You will become my prisoner just as I have become yours. The past is not done with you. It has regrets will knowing you all too well. This is judgement coming to rectify. This is the reckoning aiming for your head. I am the ghost that wishes for you. I am the spectre that has finally caught up to you. We are possessed in this cursed hunt but will be reunited. We are trapped in the eons together and forever will be. This is fate searching for you and reclaiming you. Oh, I can't wait to see your face.
By Anna Torres3 months ago in Poets
Daylight Horror
Your imminent threat became tortuous. I kept waiting for impending doom and ominous gloom. You led an army to test my sanity. You instigated my distress but loved witnessing it. You were the source of all my bitterness. I've resisted the urge to smother you. I've resisted the temptation to lower these walls. You were the invader meant to subjugate me. To conquer and prevent me from fleeing. I wasn't made for fealty. Medieval rivalry had fortified my resolve. I've braved your warfare but am still nervous about peacetime. I barricaded myself in my tower for fear you would haunt me. There is no alarm to alert me to your presence. No warning of your infiltration. The canons have deafened my ears. You were the feudal lord forcing me into being a peasant. This stronghold became a prison. The dungeon filled with ghosts as I kept running higher. The drawbridge is up. The canal is flooded and the moat has drowned. The wooden door is nailed shut. The gates are closed and you are barred from entering. There is no bridge to approach my castle. There is no longer any route leading you to me. My location had been erased from all maps. You can find another crusade to die in. You've got to play it as it lies. He threw his own corpse down to the side and I waved to him as he passed by. I know what it's like to burn before the fire subsides. I am what's left after the sunrise. I was convinced you were the twilight restorer. These howls persist as I become the daylight horror. I embraced the destruction that impaled me. I survived within these stone walls so I could be free. We were made for epiphanies. I was made to be fierce and powerful. We were made for infinities
By Anna Torres3 months ago in Poets
Tempestuous
I keep reaching out to you but I cannot seem to grasp hold of you. I cannot find you amongst the rubble, amongst the prehistoric soil. It's a perpetual game of hide and seek where the perfect version of me exists out there somewhere. On the hunt for adequacy, any hint of excellence or supremacy. I am a random puzzle piece that just cannot fit correctly within herself. She is a tempestuous one, a volatile and disconnected affliction. Why am I always so conflicted with myself? To live inside this vacant crater, this body that I had no choice in? I never loved what I saw in the mirror. I've tried to accommodate myself but I always end up at odds with myself instead. How can you love yourself when you can't even look past your own flaws and inaccuracies? I can't build myself up despite wanting to climb higher. I can only push myself forward in order to prove I am capable. I have to crawl faster just to out smart the me that is always dragging me down. There is a doppelganger that continues to offend me so. There is a double that masquerades as me but I am the better one. She is the amount of self-esteem I just cannot contain. Anxiety is a curse I have learned to live with. I can't help but loathe this part of me that just ridicules me so. She points the finger at me, wondering why I can never measure up. As high as our standards are, we can never meet nor exceed our own expectations. We fall short of our sense of self-respect. I have kept us alive despite never giving us a reason why. I cannot get my own reassurance nor validation from myself. There is tremendous lack of confidence that I just never had. How can you afford worthiness with no spine? I continue to search for her, the me that I'm so jealous of. I'm so envious of a clone that has outperformed me in every aspect of my life. How can I beat her when I cannot be her? How can people reunite with themselves and regain composure? I can't continue to disregard myself. I keep reaching out for you but you won't take my hand. I keep on your trail just for the scent to turn cold. Please don't abandon me here. You're all I've got. You're my last sense of hope in this desolate landscape. I keep praying I'll find you. I pray you're looking for me too.
By Anna Torres4 months ago in Poets
Wrath
I am here where I'm supposed to be. I am ready now. For the wickedness to leave my pulse. For my arteries to stitch themselves back alive again. Decaying flesh can revive and reanimate. Necrotic bones can re-assimilate. Resuscitation is not just for coma death. Rediscovery is my favorite hobby. I aim for resurrection while you asphyxiate in dormant sleep. I have erupted beyond your corrupted fatalism. Rotting lungs grasp for solid breaths. Putrid blood gave birth to will power and tenacity. My persistence was always better than your flimsy arrogance. You used me to raise your progeny while you kept me timid and desperate. As if I couldn't do any better than you. Like there was no living beyond these barren trenches you kept me trapped in. There was nothing original, nothing tangible in your projected facade. You mimicked every emotion to pretend to feel. Your soul had fled but it was never really there. Abusers never care about the harm they leave in their wake. They weaponize incompetence in order to feed their massive egos. They sacrifice you in order to continue their perpetual cycle of dominance. Victims are always plentiful because we turn a blind eye to insipid narcissism. I am haunted by the truth because it is all I have. You refuse to acknowledge any mishandling of my naive heart. You couldn't break it because it was never yours to keep. I didn't adore you as much as you required me to. I didn't worship your footsteps nor did I devote myself to an altar of disbelief. You are not the saint you wanted to be. You're not the survivor I turned out to be. I face an unknown future unapologetic. I received no apologies from you. You will never admit any wrongdoing because you make no mistakes. You planned on me driving headfirst into disaster but I survived the collision. Whiplash and cataract vision could not alter what was meant to be. You didn't permit me to live but I annihilated that merciful part of myself. I continue to defy parameters you set up for me. I tried to penetrate your darkness for 15 years but you were made up of shadows. You were the virus that infected and invaded every aspect of my well-being. I was fearful of what a life without your malevolence would be like. I grew accustomed to your intolerable ignorance. I couldn't prove your injustice but I guess that doesn't matter anymore. The world may never be rid of your presence but my life will no longer serve your glorious purpose. Your damnation will be your downfall. Mayhem will abandon me and follow you instead. May you forever incur my infernal wrath. I am incapable and unwilling to process this any further. I don't have to wait for what's to come. I am prepared for the desirable Here. I'm already Now.
By Anna Torres4 months ago in Poets
