Hush
I have outperformed you
You tried to hush this fire asleep. With prophetic doom and abhorrent evil. I had to sever the anchor in order to regain control of my life. The horrors persist but so do I. You taught me pain even when I didn't ask for it. You prescribed sleep when I wanted to stay awake and alive. I watched your outer shell fall thick to the ground. Your cocoon erupted as you slithered out of your tunnel. Open wide the gates of misery and despair. As I jumped off the precipice to alleviate my impending demise. You orchestrated a hostile takeover amidst infinite warfare. You tore my soul into ruins because you never had one. You can't climb up out of purgatory with no one to receive you. These illusions gave rise to more useless grandeur. You can't take credit for what you didn't contribute to. I was always a universal force while you were a lesser wind. I was the host to your parasitic party. You hollowed my insides out completely at my expense. A symbiotic marriage where I lay comatose while you thrived. You were the tumor I repeatedly tried to cut out. Your brittle spirit refused to budge with no incentive. You were the toxin that refused to evacuate. Your silence spoke volumes for you instead. I learned to scream in foreign tongues to commemorate my freedom. You can abandon me in the abyss because it is safer without you. You can throw me into the void because I can navigate without you. Oblivion is better than visceral revulsion. I tried to stifle the magma but the lava wouldn't quit. The barriers you installed just couldn't contain the volcano in me. The myriad of passing years was a lesson in disguise. There was hope in unshaken reality in the shadow of disarray. I felt your coldness even in the ensuing furnace. You can melt in the face of adversity. I can manage in the aftermath of expulsion. I can create paradise in your wake. You tried to extinguish these explicit flames that offended you so much. You smothered and dowsed my plans in order to halt my progress. You destroyed yourself in an attempt to dismantle me. You have failed to hush this fire completely. It runs rampant while you waste water and energy trying to stifle it. This fire is not yours to control. It is not yours to subdue. I am not yours to govern and restrain anymore. This fire persists. My fire resists
About the Creator
Anna Torres
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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