Who do you think you are?
What gave you the right to question my darkness?
Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh,
Divine proclamations whispered through fire
and written in
Exodus 3:14
I am neither philosopher
Nor betrothed to this scripture.
Yet even in my ignorance
I cannot deny an inkling of a forgotten truth in the blurry images
of an ancient instinct.
I am that I am.
* * * * * * * * * *
I remember the look on your face.
Narcissus tugged at the corners of his lips.
Smirks and smug,
I've never found becoming of you.
I remember the smell of wine sweating through your skin.
How even in a stupor, you never stuttered
"I don’t think you’re as dark as you say you are"
Had I not been younger,
I would have been quiet.
Maybe I would have nodded.
But even then, you'd still be wrong.
But I was younger.
And I was not quiet.
Those words -
though certainly not the worst you've said
Nor the worst I've heard -
They scratched the surface of a sleeping giant
I wished you never awakened.
Bloodshot eyes spilt with rage
As molten blood singed my tongue.
A Chernobyl tumbled Columbine;
you knew exactly which buttons to press,
and which to ignore
to set off a meltdown.
Screaming sharpened words with an untrained voice,
The cracks in my tone widened the cracks of your smile.
And I wished more than anything your ribs would splinter
under the weight of the sins your shoulder bore.
But the Void was indifferent to my words
as was your ego.
Smirks and smug,
I've never found becoming of you.
Especially when they meant you got exactly what you wanted.
A Narcissist
A Necromancer
Maybe just a shitty fortune teller,
who are you to question my darkness?
These are my skeletons I hanged in my closet;
they are not yours to claim.
"I don’t think you’re as dark as you say you are" you said
in a stupor
without stutter,
The acrid smell of wine sweating through your skin.
Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh
the Divine whispered
through the fire in my heart.
And an ancient instinct embraced the forgotten truth.
“That’s not for you to decide,” I say
with certainty
without stutter.
Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh
"I am that I am."
About the Creator
Rae Janney
A Behavioral Neuroscience major with a passion for writing. My predominant writing style is surreal poetry, and most of my pieces touch upon mental health- TW included. My goal with my writing to end the stigma of mental illness.


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