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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Prologue Deluge
I don't think an iceberg caused this massive flood. Too much damage beyond repair. I wanted to venture to new depths but was confined to my desolate quarters. We were defined by this lackluster typhoon. What a fallen kingdom we had created. Malfunctioning and evaporating. I've left you behind in ancient Sumeria. You're abandoned in Babylonian cuneiform. You're slumbering with Egyptian hieroglyphics. You're forgotten history along with the empire of Mesopotamia. You're sinking into the void along with Atlantis. Yet, you still don't know how much it hurt. To dance on broken glass and splintered shards. You turned a blind eye while I made do with the fallout. You gave your best while watching me suffer. You pointed north but I knew the right way was south. This was a deviation from the original forward plan. You never learned how to properly tell the truth. I wove my hands through Saturn's rings but you chose to sequester yourself on Earth's moon. I trust the universe will deal with you eventually. This was an unintended lesson in survival. I hiked the terrain solo but you never even began. The future is my version of a revival. You had a twisted quest for power. You couldn't find victory on your own. Scheming and manipulating won't let you win. You'll do anything to avoid going at it alone. I built castles but you spun webs of lies. I erected statues while you invented heresy. You took the last bit of antidote but left me to die from the disease. I couldn't eradicate the recent plague. Poison was a gift you gave willingly. I begged for relief from this prison of pestilence. I envied those who fled in order to get free. There's a resistance in being so devalued. A lack of integrity you will never learn. This infection is the malady I never asked for. Please inoculate me. It's the status I have earned. Escaping the Black Death is my rebound. Doing better than you in secret is my revenge. Knowledge will wipe out your profound ignorance. It will be like you never existed and that will be my ultimate vengeance
By Anna Torres10 months ago in Poets
Reclamation
I still feel like I'm nothing without suffering. No longer stuck in a perpetual state of unhappiness. No longer trapped in the asylum you signed me up for. You did a terrific job in convincing every one of my insanity. You've occupied too much space in my cranium. You've taken up too many resources in my heart. A tapeworm with no regard to its host. Parasitical and notorious for feeding on my withered soul. I prayed for an end to your madness but had no idea you would return to poison me after you left. You're still here, lingering. No longer causing havoc but still leaving a mess in your wake. I escaped the misery that always mesmerized me. I've had enough of the shame and guilt you always caused me. The pain decreases every day but it still rattles my bones. There isn't anything here that you still own. I gathered my material for my war paint. I was naive, once, long ago. You too were once invigorating but that was just in the beginning, I squandered my potential for a man who never had any. I refuse to bow down to a plan I never had any say in. I don't know if you ever tried your best but it wasn't good enough. I'm redefining myself and how I love myself. Without you, I reached that point of nirvana where I can finally put myself first. You either bring me peace and joy or you can go right back through the subterranean tunnels you crawled out of. I ran out of faith with you but that same faith is now mine to control. I couldn't keep sacrificing for you especially when you weren't doing the same for me. I couldn't keep being blind to your indulgences when you always put yourself first. I have to save myself or be the martyr thrown into the volcano to appease your righteousness. I have to put myself back onto that pedestal and not replace it with another man. This potential man cannot be you come back to haunt me in another life form. These are my terms and they cannot be altered because they are carved in stone. If another man wishes to replace you, may he be worthy of my worthiness. If another man believes he can, may he provide the arms that lift me up higher than the hands you used to keep me down. I can't be down there with you. Not anymore.
By Anna Torres10 months ago in Poets
Tidal Wave
Manufactured like a commodity. You instigated war but were never prepared for battle. I've learned to enjoy the silence so loud. I can't wait for your disappearance to never matter. You embellished details to the extreme. Condescending tone and ego overload. Your effort was always conditional. I can't wait for your charlatan spine to finally fold. You had already given up the fight. I stayed behind to fix the broken tracks. You manifested grief but also resilience. I can't make up all there is that you lack. I transferred all my anger into power. There is still un-tethered rage forever floating. You couldn't swim against this massive tidal wave. I held my breath because you can't stand me winning. You can't stop this from emerging. You sank from the shipwreck but I resurfaced. There is electricity coursing through me. I knew I was always better than this. You gave me a noose and a purpose. You offered confinement but I chose asylum. This vacant sea gave birth to the tsunami in me. You were certain of my failure where there was none. I'm taming my doubts and anxiety. You were assembled and constructed like a fabrication. I searched for the authentic parts of you. But you were always so artificial just like your imagination. You didn't know I hid bolt cutters up my sleeve. I braved the storm and survived the lonely night. I know now I can face the next tidal wave alone. You can choose to pray while I continue the good fight
By Anna Torres11 months ago in Poets
Withdrawal
It's like I'm addicted to the struggle. I don't know how to let go of the toxicity you left me with. Being abandoned was a gift I couldn't give to myself. I can't keep hating you forever. It requires energy I just don't have anymore. I need to focus on myself and my own future without you. You are allowed to move on but so am I. Letting go of the past doesn't mean I forgive you. How can I? What have you done to us? Just because I leave you behind doesn't make it fair again. My agony and my revenge will come to pass eventually. Nothing is permanent, not even pain or suffering. Not resentment masquerading as love. It was supposed to uplift and bring me higher. Your excuse for love was merely a disgrace to my senses. You're not capable of selflessness. I wanted a love that reciprocates, that continued to choose me over everyone else. I have condemned this love to death. You didn't bring me peace or even joy. All you brought me was silence and possessiveness. I can't keep trying to dissect where we went wrong and how it could have gone differently. It doesn't matter anymore but the hurt still lingers. I have no closure but at least you're not here dragging me down like the anchor you always were. I was the one trying to be brave in the face of adversity. You kept threatening me with coercion and controlling me with unfounded fear. You're not better off like you want to believe. You have an image you need to uphold. I have the truth and it's the only thing that speaks for me. You don't get to change victims just because I refused to be yours anymore. I couldn't love myself with me not meeting my own high standards. I set those same expectations on you and you couldn't meet them either. I was never satisfied with however little you gave me. I'm still somehow alive and thriving despite your wicked actions and false words. You were every epitome of red flag that ever existed. You just sugarcoated yourself to appeal to my sweet tooth. You took advantage of my inexperience and my youth. That's not love. It never was. We called it what we wanted it to be but a lesson in disguise is the best way to describe you now. Please let me go with what little dignity I have left. You can't keep returning to extract more of what isn't there. I forfeit my place in your corrupt competition. Love shouldn't be as complex as it turned out to be. I expected honesty from you when I wouldn't dare to be honest of myself. I am ready for the expansion that couldn't have possibly happened if you were still here. My peace of mind is still out there. There is a debt to be collected but you'll never pay. I will soar into legendary status while you are stripped of all your vanity. Who's going to hold you accountable for your supposed incompetence now? You couldn't be loyal. You couldn't be brave with me. You just couldn't be what I wanted you to be. I couldn't find the answers with you. What I seek is beyond your intrusion these last 15 years. I wanted life to change but couldn't realize the change I needed was me. I was unhappy before you. I was unhappy with you. Clarity comes at a stiff price. It was you who must be sacrificed. I don't know what my future holds but without you, I'm looking forward to what it brings. I'm still afraid. I'm still apprehensive. I might always be insecure but I won't be intimidated anymore. I have no space in my life for that kind of downfall. This addiction is not my withdrawal. In time, I'll look at you and not be disturbed by your presence. One day, I'll think of you and be truly impressed by my indifference
By Anna Torres12 months ago in Poets
Uncontrolled Descent
Your lies didn't shatter the world, it just rattled my bones. I don't blame you nor can I forgive you. I just want my peace and the ability to stay free. I didn't want to live in fabricated reality. Don't call me inferior when you were always the charlatan. You didn't realize how the deception kept making you uglier and uglier. I'm reminded of the past every day where you failed me constantly. I'm going to get it right eventually where you always got it wrong. I will keep trying despite you always derailing my locomotive. You tried to shoot my place out of the sky. You tried to dismantle my entire foundation into a sink hole of decimation. You used uncontrolled descent to execute loose ends. But espionage was never your strongest weapon. Your tactics were defeated. You couldn't make me any smaller than you already had. Reduced to a fraction of my original strength. I couldn't beg you anymore. I couldn't extract any ounce of progress, any fulfillment towards evolution. I couldn't sanctify you anymore. You fell of the roster of future saints. You cannot fill your vessel of sins any longer. No consecration to elevate you higher. No purification to exalt your frigid soul. Whatever your purpose is, it's not to disturb me anymore. Your holiness falls short of your celestial disgrace. Your relevancy is irrelevant. Go be the impostor in someone else's story. Mine is not yours to mimic. You have no say whatever I choose to become. It's time to disengage with your deception and begin my expansion. I can't squint anymore. What an abomination you allowed yourself to become. My tremendous height trumps your vain insignificance. You will remain undignified for all eternity
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
Demoralization
Self-indulgence was your greatest downfall. What's the price for your failed divinity? You tried to ascend but couldn't make it past the first step. The rapture wouldn't claim you as one of their own. You pretended to envision the same future I did. I was just a means to a ruthless end. We had an upward trajectory but you forced me to crash land instead of altering course. You couldn't steal my crown because it's not yours to begin with. I can't hear the lies from a perverted tongue anyways. I'm too far away and I wasn't listening in the first place. You sparked the resistance I always had in me. The torch was lit that matched the rebellion against you. A mutiny of epic proportions and of prophecy. Disobedience never ceased and it never looked so good. You used every attempt to try and devour me. I tried to regurgitate while you kept swallowing me whole. This will be retribution for all that you've done. Accountability must occur for all that you've summoned. Perpetual anarchy and chaos cannot be tolerated. I escaped your gravity fields. Solar flares couldn't be suppressed by the likes of you. A remnant of a time from before revocation. There was a radius of avarice within 15 feet of you. You wanted to claim the galaxy but I wanted the whole universe. Demoralized was my entire worth being with you. Throughout the next chapters, I hope you experience deja vu. How do I resist this constant intrusion? You persist despite this hindrance. Natural depravity suits you terribly well. You will be reminded of the past when it interrupts and interferes with your arrogance. A smug outlook on life will bring back down to earth. It will not sustain you like it used to. Superiority will never keep you satisfied. I wanted a partnership. You wanted submission. I wanted equality. You wanted authority. Respect couldn't exist without us both agreeing to it. What I want is still out there. It's out there to be found because I am that hopeful bliss that still remains. You didn't say goodbye to me in the rear view mirror. I said farewell to the bitterness and resentment you spread. You can have your narrative and misconceptions. You can keep your deviations and your assumptions. Corruption lives within you in the deepest parts of your demoralizing heart. This isn't the end of all things to come, this is merely the start
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
Demon Core
Falsified documents and foolish hope. The dream has collapsed but I still held on for dear life. Cherished memories and controlling elements. We failed trying to prove we're still alive. The crypt kept calling your name. I tried to wall you in but you already held your breath. You stood on my shoulders to reach your fabled victory, The ground became a sink hole and we welcomed this beautiful death. You extracted your faith and condescension from me. Betrayed by a coward who would never confess. I admitted my faults and delivered my apologies. I always craved more dark matter but accepted even less. You could give the bare minimum to someone else. They will be grateful to step over the demon core and fix you. You left me in pieces to punish me even further. The fantasy condemned me but reality was hardly ever true. You'll never learn how to be human. To feel shame or guilt or anything substantial. The ends justified the radical means. But I starved while you engorged yourself to keep full. Glass shards couldn't wake me up. Monoliths and cathedrals couldn't hide your secrets. The formula to success isn't about cheating to achieve. Loyalty was a paradox pretending we never met. Love was a scheme and you were the stealer. A hypothesis that couldn't be turned into stone. Such brittle components in a fortified machine. You used lies and propaganda to get what you now own. You erected the temple to worship yourself. An altar made of residue and rejection. I built an empire while you took credit for it all. I couldn't face the end of what you had done. The maze had won where you had abandoned me. I was the pragmatist while you were the fake. You had lost your appeal long ago. I still held on in hopes you would change for my sake. I keep questioning your motives and beliefs. What have you done to yourself and why? Your absence hasn't made you the victor. You expected me to lay down and just die. There's no reconciliation from this. There's a before and after version of me you'll never get. Can we go back to the oldest form of myself? That person is someone you'll never touch or regret. Stealer of dreams and giver of pain. You forged a life of war and a prison of struggle. The universe gave me a path of healing. I can't take back all those wasted years so I will focus on others. This structure cannot withstand the pressure. I thought I wanted you but I wanted me more. We had a dream together but I couldn't dream with you. I gave us a home while you walked out the front door. It's amazing how much you don't matter anymore
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
Gladiator
Worship this potential beheading. It's all for nothing until I get my revenge. Set alight this effigy so you can finally rest. You escaped fate and for this travesty, I will avenge. Repetitive motions just kept making me sick. You asked me to walk through fire while you made a home out of ice. I grew accustomed to your nonchalant demeanor. But these limits and restrictions wont be able to sustain nor suffice. Too much bravado and detritus in the air. What more could you do to devastate me? I had to kill and bury all the evidence that traced you back to me. Your refusal to believe in me couldn't silence my curiosity. Left in the wake of your denial and persistent memory. Your presence still lingers because of what we once shared. I moved on, on my own while you remained a parasite. Your provocation weakened while I tried to escape your despair. Defiant in the nightmare you created. You chose yourself while I chose my peace. I transformed my body but my mind is still catching up. I surrendered my soul but it's in recovery, at least. Your attempt to defeat me has failed. You were never the warrior you claimed to be. I sacrificed over and over again to no avail. You smuggled yourself out but I am still loyal to me. The dictator has abdicated. The general has been cut down in battle. Caesar wept in agony while he died slowly. The emperor gives out one final whimper as his death rattle. We couldn't carry on in this makeshift charade. There is no honor amongst liars and beggars. You gave me back my freedom inadvertently. Please erase your entire existence and never return. I waited an eternity for you to change. Life is too short to waste on the fickle and the useless. My dreams are powerful and my goals are beyond your control. I have regained my composure and will develop a spine again. The gladiator has risen and you're not welcome in my presence ever again.
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
Harbinger of Light
Honesty could never pierce his heart. Nor would Cupid's arrow. There wasn't enough integrity in any marrow of a bone. Your blood vessels were always too narrow. You kept your muzzle on me and I grew accustomed to it. It only grew vengeance within me. You were treacherous and a villain of the worst kind. You carried placebos in your pocket in order to placate me. You masqueraded as a remedy. You pretended to be the harbinger of light. I wish you had arrived with a disclaimer. That whispered how every word was an exaggeration or a lie. I would appease you every moment we lay awake. Your tongue was sandpaper and it was vile. I asked you not to resuscitate me while I suffered from hypoxia. But you were always certain and I was always in denial. All the roads lead to the same conclusion. I have yet to travel back to myself. You were a study in scarlet, a study in cancer. My tremors and palpitations delivered more anguish and nothing else. You were the anti-hero in my story of medieval revenge. You are the proof we were capable of the most terrible things. You always extracted the worst parts of myself and beyond. You always gave rise to the darkness that resided in me. I called you my mighty nemesis but you were the ultimate adversary. I was the brinicle that couldn't get past your iron lungs. I tried belladonna in the twilight and ricin when the moon was full. But nightshade loved you way too much. We chose to meet in the coliseum but you wouldn't face me. We spat our blood in the dirt but my tears meant nothing. This sacred, hallow ground where we hand over our fates. I want to send you to the obsidian shore so you could finally see. You canonized yourself to the realm of the saints. We needed a translator to meddle in our transgressions. I loved it here in my comfort zone of perfected wounds. But you were the sorrow in all my romantic delusions. The rope kept slipping in and out of my grasp. The sword wouldn't hold still in my right hand. I didn't want to fall but you kept threatening to jettison me. I had to strike you down or else, you would have. Paying the price for ambition you never favored. My motivations always surpassed you. You led me to the gallows but I rejected your noose. You had your axe ready but my pulse always refused. You were never the beast that hungered for more. You slumbered while I attempted my succession. This hierarchy was always a sham and I will take your throne as mine. You just didn't have it in you to complete this mission.
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
Vex
Provoking every ounce of rage inside of me. Your voice kept grating me like a beehive droning over and over again. I still have the pentagram you drew for me. Your seances have failed because I am still here to haunt you. You used to call me a banshee while you were the ghost that kept tormenting me. We used exorcisms against each other but continued to aggravate one another in disbelief. I summoned the power of the seasons to punish you. Your selfish endeavors will outlast this damnation you wish upon me. You conjured spells to hurt me but didn't realize they would hurt you too. All of this will backfire because witchcraft isn't your strongest suit. I've mourned that Tuesday morning when you vanished, finally, into thin air. I've prayed for a reaping and ultimately, received a reckoning. All of your red flags are someone else's problem now. You didn't banish me. It was dissonance that had had enough and asked you to vacate. Unfulfillment wouldn't suffice but it was worth a shot. You kept triggering my hostility and it bred even more toxicity. Dysfunction made me a heretic of my own religion. Peace couldn't reach me with you in the way. I wanted to talk to fire but you wanted me to burn instead. It took a bit of magic to expel you from this reality but it finally worked. The lore will have a page dedicated to you and scum just like you. I have nothing left for you here. You can't provoke me anymore.
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
