#selfloss
i smiled when spoken to.
nodded at the right times.
dressed myself in fabric
heavy with approval,
let them rewrite my name
in letters i could not read.
was this what they meant by righteousness?
i stepped in line,
shoulder to shoulder,
head to the ground,
voice swallowed whole.
(do not stray.
do not ask.
do not falter.)
but when i prayed,
i found no voice.
when i knelt,
i found no floor.
when i searched,
i found only mirrors,
only echoes,
only dust.
was this what they meant by devotion?
they said,
we will make you whole.
we will scrape away the excess.
we will leave nothing but light.
so i let them take,
let them pare me down,
let them erase,
let them shape.
(smaller,
softer,
easier.)
but when i looked for myself,
i found nothing.
when i called my name,
there was no answer.
when i reached out,
my hands met air.
was this what they meant by salvation?
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
He says he doesn’t believe in ghosts and yet so many nights he lays in bed with one,
but he doesn’t know that.
I don’t know it.
I only know when I look in the mirror there is no one there
just a body, almost a skeleton.
Bones and flesh that wander through what is supposed to be my life
and now I’m trying to find a way to repossess myself.
They say ghost are souls with unfinished business.
I still see who I was, who I am supposed to be, who others want me to be.
I am unfinished.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC