Brie

Joined September 2021

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a compassionate writer devoted to finding myself

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Deconstruction. Content Warning.
Faith is a funny thing. Most people find it later in life. Maybe a family member dies, maybe they hit rock bottom, maybe someone who has it sits next to them during their lunch break and tells them all about it.
By Brie5 months ago in Humans
Brother
I will never forgive you. Blood pours out of me as I sob into the floorboards, and I will never forgive you. I tried to prove myself to you. I made sure all of my cards were face up on the table, and you flipped the table. Nothing was ever enough for you. No matter how much money or time or compassion or remorse, it was never enough. The knife in my back stings. Your lack of thought has forced me to cauterize the flesh around the serrated blade. My battle partner soothes me with a heavy hand to my back. Breathe, she begs, holding the searing iron over the deep wound. I think I’m dying. You’ve killed me, and I will never forgive you.
By Brie2 years ago in Poets
We've Made It
Sometimes, I forget that you and I have made it. I wake up from vivid dreams and expect to be back in the spare room up in the attic with those old, paneled walls, free of insolation so that I woke up every morning clinging to you for warmth. I expect to wait for my eyes to adjust to the strangely bright night light we relied on for any sense of safety.
By Brie3 years ago in Humans
The Things I Find
This year, I turned twenty. On the second day of every new year, my aging becomes apparent through numbers. I’m not as worried about it as Bella Swan was, but I do get a little flighty.
By Brie4 years ago in Humans
The Truth
She’s lonely. That’s the closest thing to truth she’s given anyone in her family. She’s pretty sure her mother suspects something closer to the truth, her brother too. Her father doesn’t seem to be bothered, he just offers her a hug when it’s clear that she needs it. She doesn’t really care what her sister thinks; her sister has never shown a speck of care about her.
By Brie4 years ago in Fiction
Waiting
When I was young, I was afraid. I was afraid of being anything other than silent. I hid behind my mother’s legs, behind chairs, and under tables. I would make eye contact with someone and quickly turn away to stay hidden. Everyone spoke over me, and I often let them to not draw too much attention to myself.
By Brie4 years ago in Humans
I am.
Sometimes, I feel as though I’m floating endlessly through space. I have no destination, no planned course. My goal is nonexistent. I am just a being that exists in the vast, infinite universe that has some sense of consciousness, though this could be more or less than others. I have no purpose, no point, no reason. I just am.
By Brie4 years ago in Humans
What Brings You Joy?
What brings me joy? For the longest time, I just didn’t know. I would be happy for a moment and then it would slip away like I never had it in the first place. I struggled with this for so long because I saw everyone else around me filled with joy. My parents took me to therapy because I was drowning in temporary happiness that faded into long bouts of depression. I stayed in my room and hid from friends and found more comfort on my own. It was lonely, but I thought it was necessary.
By Brie4 years ago in Motivation