Disassociative Identity
You'll Remember My Name!

~ Aria Marie de Lor Vampilyo ~
Sometimes there are names
Other words to describe a piece of your soul
Dissociative tendencies arise
Disconnected from everything that you know
As you sit and shudder through the snap
The break within
Tingling shudders through my shoulders
Rises to embrace my chin
There’s tension crushing my neck
There’s pain brushing against my brain
I’ll walk between the lines
Of self and sanity
~
I’ve stared at this screen
Wondering if I’ll remember how to breathe
Remembering her embrace
Smoky gray eyes,
Stern and stubborn chin
As her lips smirk
With a crooked smile
~
I remember her well
I know every thought
I know every line of her tormented soul
You’ll remember my name
She screams at me
I’ll protect you from their pain
~
A trauma response
Born out of darkness and agony
There’s so much discomfort
So much hurt inside me
Strong, stubborn, a shield
To stand before the void of life
My protector,
My spirit,
Marie
~
This is my life
She threatens
Your spirit is mine now.
All the power you need to defeat them
Lives within us.
I’ll be your sword and shield.
~
Trauma
Demons
Awful humans
Committing horrific acts against children
Leaving them broken
Dimming my light
Suffocating me into silence
~
Thunder smothers the air
The child within cowers and hides
Marie, come to me, I beg
Save me.
Like a beast slumbering
She opens her eyes
Sparks of lightning within her gray orbs of light
Searching the woods for the child
Spinning her sword nonchalantly around her body
As the demons screech
Striking down the shadows
One by one
~
For too long,
I’ve denied her
My partner pushed away her existence
Shut her out
Stored her in a box in my mind
Shackled and chained where she couldn’t escape
Metal clatters to the floor
As I’ve swung the axe to set her free
~
Every shadow
Every pain
Every piece of shame
Is now mine to claim
Marie raises her head and stares me down
Her smile is wickedly sweet
Her touch soft to my shoulders
As she embraces me
I cry
I sob
I am Marie.
I take a deep breathe
I let her embrace me
Before she’s gone
Her power, her existence blossoms within me
I inhale
Taking my time to savor the breath,
Taking the time to stretch my arms and legs
Until the blood is rushing to every part of my body
I feel her
I am her
I am Marie.
About the Creator
Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️
I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with, and using writing as my muse and refuge. Recently, I've delved into the mind...mine and others. Happy Reading. Wishing you well.
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Comments (7)
congratulations on your winning piece dear.
congratulations on your winning piece. It is a complex piece describing how common it is to deny the dark side of existence and how essential it is to free. I love the very feminine symbolism of the axe--the labrys -- that looks surprisingly like your \ butterfly / important in the transformation
Congrats on the win, your raw, honest look into DID is so well expressed. Thank you for sharing your perspective with us.
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Congrats on your win 🎉🎉
Love love love!! Beautifully written and the character is so strong and beautiful as well. Love you sis! Marie and Alisha!
Believe it or not this is one of my favorite psychiatric disorders. Great descriptive words. Who are you now? Great job.