She spotted my high degree of vulnerability.
I was as convenient compassion supply, picked up from 7-11.
Bought quickly, with grimy cash that had rat-chewed corners.
Little by little, she sucked all the air from me, leaving me breathless.
Then, the shell, or empty box of me was casually littered out the window.
Days later, picked up by a prisoner doing his community service by getting the trash off the side of the road.
His touch felt kind for half a second but then I was surrounded by layers of trash.
Drowning.
B
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The light had dimmed.
But it was just the calm before the coming of the furious fire.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (4)
Your use of imagery, especially being a "convenient compassion supply, picked up from 711," is heartbreakingly vivid. It is wonderful that the ending shifts from that feeling of being buried and lights a spark of hope. That mention of the "furious fire" hints at a fierce, strong recovery waiting to happen. Embrace that inner fire and know that you are so much more than what someone else mistook for trash.
😭 Being “casually littered out the window” is hard. True friends and partners who profess to care and love don’t ghosts and discard. Even when a season is over and it’s time to part, those with integrity explain and allow closure. “Littering” after love bombing is a form of coercive control and emotional abuse. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk
Oomph! This one stings... it's a dismal existence from flame to fire. A great analogy 🔥
Wow, this was a very painful map of a bad condition.