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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My heart is not broken
You overstayed your welcome. There is nothing left for you here. I can let you go now because I am better without you. My heart is not broken and I will be whole again. I will undo all the damage you did to me. Mutually assured destruction has had us part ways. Soil cannot contain me. You should have buried me deeper. A shallow attempt at freedom you couldn't achieve on your own. You should have made sure I stayed put. I'm using my fingers to dig myself free. I'm the afterthought you forgot about and I'm coming for you. You assumed I would stay in the past and await your return. You believed I would crumble and fall apart in your absence. I won't allow you to break me. I'm not as fragile as you thought I was. You were convinced I would never survive without you. A spineless deserter aiming for his own approval. I'm the constellation of stars you will never see in the sky you abandoned. We spiraled so far down as if we were doomed from the start. This punishment has condemned us for longer than it should have. We are forsaken. I will not be taken. The spores are headed our way. A parasitic wind incapacitating everything. I've gone deaf from my own screams. I've lost myself to the sands of broken mergers and false alliances. A pledge made to himself and only to himself. Twisted and absurd are the desolate lullabies you whispered in altered pretenses. One of us has to bleed to set the other free. My sentiments are echoed beyond your recall. A ocean liner dead in the water, a culprit masquerading as a marauder. What is holy? What is sacred anymore? Our dissolution is the caldera left behind from our volcano of a marriage. What is there to believe in anymore? I'm the pall-bearer at the end of monogamy. I'm the excavator continuing to dig a hole that leads to nowhere. You tried to bury evidence but should have burned it instead. These abnormal sensations give rise to accurate premonitions. You thought my heart was yours to take. I kept it safe from the hands of a fake. Undeciphered chaos erodes beneath the foundation of our makeshift matrimony. I tried to capture the rubble but cannot make this brand new again. I don't have the strength to anyways. This ship has run aground and we are headed for oblivion. I'll meet you where we last believed in each other, whenever that was. Retrospection is a miserable monster that preys on my future. This is where we part ways and I am better for it. Take heed over your own heart. Mine is safe in my own hands
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Manifest destiny
Vivid incoherence. I am trying to escape but cannot find the way out. A faceless slender man, an unknown entity from archaic origins. A scarecrow, an alien, a being unlike no other. I see limbs but they are unrealistic. I hear a voice but the words are unintelligible. There is a thrill in this chase but the prey takes no pride in being hunted. There's a lingering ghost hovering above. A huntsman on the prowl, observing all within his sight. The nocturnal noises have all gone silent in fear of being found. Being watched makes me paranoid and I already miss the light. My lantern swings back and forth like a pendulum awaiting its inevitable decline. I only have so many hours of light before it's extinguished. The phantom watches over me and cradles me like a newborn. Don't try and run. Don't try and save yourself. Just watch me breakdown and be reborn from the chaos. Lie to me and pretend we are in this together. Choose only me as if this were some resemblance to love. We share a rhythm, we mimic a melody. A harmony intertwined with a panoramic monster singing out of key. You fed me poisoned apples and succulent tongues. I lay ravaged in hunger amidst songs already sung. Undo the spell and erase the clouds surrounding me. There is freedom in the fire that eroded these chains and has become me. Shields across iron, sword against rust. You want me alive, you cannot fail. I cannot survive without you, I have failed. Manufactured frailty has crippled me like only you could. My frailty now lies dead in the furnace. It's buried in between your hunger and your cowardice. Morality is a sin and I've shaken off these shackles. There is no ending where you are the victor in this debacle. Vengeance is the ultimate goal where this pendulum attempts its final swing. I will cut through this addiction and undo our connection. You are the attachment I must sever. We both knew this couldn't continue on forever
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Huntress
Don't drop your scepter. Don't hand over your crown. Don't give up your throne. Don't go lightly into that frozen ground. The blood of a thousand strong women flow within my veins. I have the power to overcome. We have gone mad with wonderous fury and sharpened claws. My future deviates from you because you never had any plans in the first place. My stubborn will will carry me over the threshold. Centuries of provoked women echo throughout my body. I will live again with the help of their strength. I will become the strongest version of me. I will shed my skin and realign anew. I will surpass you with the velocity of a viking warrior, a huntress that knows no bounds. I will not give you my surrender. You will not take me alive. My patience is enormous and grows ever steady. My aim is tried and true and strikes at the heart of your devolution. I am a masterpiece in the making, a rough draft to a final copy. My endurance will outlast you. My pain has tranformed me and it's something you will never witness. I have learned to win. You will never have control over me ever again. I will be happy again despite your absence. I do everything now just to spite you. I will prevail and you will not do anything to stop this progression. I have stopped chasing the meaningless and will embrace my own advancement. I will shine brighter than you ever imagined. My bow and arrow is my weapon. I will wipe the tears you caused and the dust from the fall. You're not the only one who can have it all.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Demoniatic
I got exactly what I wished for and I wish I could take it back. I would have sold my soul for some form of adoration. I wanted so much to be liked back that it didn't matter how it happened. When your self esteem is nonexistent, you won't believe anyone could ever think you're pretty. When you're so self conscious, you think the world is making everyone believe you're ugly. Maybe if the devil had offered me another option, I would have changed my mind. I wish for a boy to notice me and he did. 19-year-old's don't know what they want but want it anyways. Validation is an evil thing in itself. When you can't validate yourself, you seek it from others. I sought in the eyes from a boy who smoked too much weed. He had a pretty face but don't they all? He would put his mouth on mine but there was no spark. He would try to get me high but I didn't want to. I couldn't dare look him in the eye. He tried to get me to have sex with him in his car but I did not want to. I wanted him to want me and he sure did. He didn't want me the way I wanted him to. Wishes are purely selfish and when they are granted, the genie gives you your heart's desire. Maybe we should learn to love ourselves instead.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Fiction
Acrimonious
You are merely a speck of dust in an unforgiving universe. You are a flash of light forgotten in the indifference only you deserve. It is by providence that we've gotten this far. Our doom has come and it's about time we lay down our armor. Our swords hit the ground and we surrender. With detonation about to implode, all of our deeds are exposed. The horde has come to steal me away and I will go willingly. Our exploits are done and all of our accomplishments are meaningless. Our cruelty to each other cannot hurt us anymore. All my insults and criticisms, all your faults and afflictions. Madness has no other plans for me and all my earthly burdens are stripped from me. My suffering will not be extended. Tormented shadows will envelop us in a fiery embrace. They won't patronize us or pressure us anymore. The prophets can't speak anymore. Maybe we never heard them in the first place. The apostles await us in the afterlife and it will be a short trip. I've said farewell to the muses as they influence these words one final time. I harbored a grudge against the masochist in me but that was a waste of time. No more fights, no more empty threats. If we ever loved one another truly, it was a mistake we can't take with us. The world has gone silent from the deafening blast. The mesmerizing sky has fulfilled the rest of my dreams. The illuminated clouds are headed this way. The painted heavens are a sight to behold. Hold my hand, honey. Hold me close because this is indeed the last time. One final smile before the earth comes to ruins. We made it to the end, my dear. I hope this moment lasts forever.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Gordian Knot
Take my hand and lead me astray. We couldn't be redeemed even if we wanted to. I wish I had watched my step before the landmine eventually detonated. You had your victory no matter the cost. I've fought this battle knowing I had already lost. With every tear, there was a new scar you gave to me. If this was game, you would have won the trophy. I followed the rules only for you to alter my fate. I miss the oblivious days and ignorant nights. Where you pieced the jagged edges back together but this glue is wearing thin. What's left for me that you haven't already spent? Rip off the camouflage and see yourself for what you really are. Incompetence at the highest level, weaponized against me. There's a weight I hope will lift off of me come death. I should say my lamentations and be done with this. A future that grew dimmer with each passing year. You won't rectify anything that you claim is not your fault. I wouldn't swallow the antidote because I was not aware I had been poisoned. I have to revise my goals since they no longer revolve around you. Correcting my trajectory so I can undo you. What is the remedy to make me whole again? Classic manipulation from a textbook narcissist. If I could hold up a mirror, you would only adore yourself. Insanity welcomes me back every time. You can't prove yourself right but you do every night. Spinning lies and theories until they've contorted to your vision. Gaslighting is a perfection you've mastered. You've ruined my sense of well-being. Lies breeding more lies, vomiting up deception. This is my unholy confession. I've grown bitter from holding up this house of straw. A fragile dwelling that's worn down and about to become dirt. I will allow it to return to its former roots. You have my blessing to die now and I hope you feel everything.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Sledgehammer
Coward, you are in need of reparations. We are in charge of setting things right. Your compliance is in demand. Admit you were wrong. Concede in defeat and play dead already. Cleanse this forest floor with flame. I hope the flames shudder and maim as you return to dust. Allow us to heal from the damage done. We have overcome hostility and still we are the volatile ones. Monotone shadows have buried all the murders you inflicted on us. A defiler with no conscience. We rented your funeral pyre but have yet to see you on it. You shattered paradise without any doubts. We hired mercenaries but even they wouldn't dare touch your skin. Perverse corruption has altered you completely. You let the sky collapse as if your power came from above. I'll lay you down in the trenches where you'll never be found. Our wrath formed during Roman antiquity and has come full circle and is searching for you. You can't hide in a casket nor some hole made for a commoner. You can't jettison anyone anymore. Ancient Scandinavian gods cannot defend you from thunderous me. We have staked our claim on you. There was a time for amends or restitution but that time has gone. Across no man's land and fallen rubble, we spot you. I will take what is mine. You don't fear me yet but you will in time. I've traveled too far to give up now. You didn't plan on interference and now the end is nigh. You were a momentary master for this monumental disaster. This tiny speck of space and time will only end up destroyed faster. Is this the real end where time travelers will say their final goodbyes? We have gathered here across this chasm, this lovely pit, to finally extract our revenge. This is not the end. I hope you'll resurrect so I can bury you one last time
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Huntress
"By skull and tooth, our blood sisters rise! By haven or hell, we shall never divide!" My grandmother's words echo throughout the chamber of souls. That's what we call the basement but that wouldn't be spooky enough. My father was never allowed down there. Maybe that's why he left and I've always been wary of it ever since. The rituals done by my mother, my grandmother, and their ridiculous little coven is nothing short of a long running joke. They've never achieved anything and when they did, my mother took all the credit. She still believes she got all the powers in the family but really, it was me.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Fiction
Reavers
What attempt has been successful today? Banishment or offering? Make your pleas but you cannot stay. I intend to consume you rapidly. My altar of human remains and you are now added to my collection. Bring me more lambs to slaughter. Keep me isolated and sedated and hope there's no resurrection. No crosses or holy water can violate me. Am I the external threat that terrorizes your village? Am I the looming shadow that frightens throughout the night? I'm the sickness purging itself onto your children. Violent memories stick like the blood running in the streams. I'm the epitome of evil and all your past mistakes. I'm the bastard infection spreading obsession and brutality. The scapegoat for all your sins and treachery. I lead you into darkness and you learn to adapt well. You let the illness sink in until you're a part of the masterpiece. You're a catastrophe awaiting imminent notoriety. No sympathy for me because I'll eat you whole. I'm the heartbeat tormenting generations of nonsense. Belladonna in my eyes and hemlock down my throat. Your lore has memorized my footsteps. Your fables keep the faith ongoing. Fear has led everyone to repentance. Absolution will not spare you. An invention created to take all the blame. A religion meant to soothe the passage of time. Life has ravaged us all but I'm still here to burn all you leave behind. I've witnessed obliterated stars and dying suns. I've laid waste to your decapitated daughters and half-wit sons. I cannot die. Your sacrifices keep me alive.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Unhinged
Follow me into a sequenced dance number. Follow me into an oblivion you will never remember. A biblical force long since forgotten. We will take the ones you never wanted. We're in this together, forever intertwined. A myriad of hopelessness and absent minds. We end up together endlessly in sync. An elaborate choreography I just cannot believe. They said to join them and we will disappear. It'll be as if I was never here. Come to us and and dance in a dream of unity. This nightmare will deliver us just as we were meant to be. We can be sad or unhappy, whatever we want. My tears and grief were familiar haunts. Sinking into fake smiles and tumbling through anxiety and melancholy. We were unhinged but loving every second of being. The temples have fallen, the altars have faded. Our hierarchy is nonexistent because we are no longer jaded. We were lonely and repressed and mourning ourselves out loud. The prodigal son has returned but we have driven him out. They cannot save us nor can they change this world. This is the rotten way they've chosen to raise us in a universe gone absurd. The days have blinded us and blurred our perceptions. We've wasted our nights praying for an escape but received only depression. The departed were lucky they were spared this life. Our spirits cannot be lifted because our connection will suffice. We join hands while this army of weariness jumps off the cliff. We don't expect to fly but we pin our hopes on if. How can we continue when we are simply not enough? The sad cannot lead the sad because when we march, our despair forces us to give up.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
C
You're worth the loss of my dignity. A pride that withstands the slap to the face. You disappear only to ruin a good luck streak. I cannot keep up with your pace. You drop me faster than the speed of light. We try and resurrect our failing tragedy. I push you over into monogamy but my hands only grip your shirt sleeves. When you pray, I hope you say my name. What have we done to each other? Is it worth anything anymore? To save ourselves, we must smother. What will we do to each other in retaliation? We are heathens corrupting one another into obscenity. We are savages lukewarm in our cannibilistic nature. It's so addicting this inconsistency. We descend further into foolish territory. There's an inhumane speed to your trickery. A pattern of catastrophic proportions. You are always heard but are unseen. A dynamic of victory and loss. We are on opposite intentions. I tried to change the formula but you are dead set on taking vengeance. You travel beyond the sound of my despair. You hunt further from the light of my convictions. There are universal constants in this world but you parallel only erratic consciousness. You are not a part of this utopia. This negligence is the embodiment of manipulative torture. I can't fix what isn't broken, just unsure. I hope you find the girl who allows herself to suffer. To claim you as my own and keep you still. While you spread your wings and attempt to fly. The black hole in your soul cannot let light escape. I cannot be the only prisoner anymore stuck in time. This treadmill of exertion takes us to the stars and back. I tried to find the right words but come up empty. This simulation has run its course and we are crashing. I'm running faster than the speed of light and now I'm free
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
