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Who do you think you are?

What gave you the right to question my darkness?

By Rae JanneyPublished 5 years ago Updated 4 months ago 2 min read
Who do you think you are?
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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."

inspirational

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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