ThatOneDisaster

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She/They
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"We are such stuff as dream are made on;"
"And our little lives are rounded with a sleep."

Manipulation Through Death

April 18, 2021

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Anxiety wanted to have a little fun
So she threw a party
She invited all of her friends
While mine didn't bother showing up.
One of her friends came late
They were the one that caught my eye.
Death.

I walked up to them
They were dressed a black tux
With bright red makeup and nails
Their hair was half red, half black
Complimenting their undercut.
I couldn't tell if I wanted to be them
Or if I wanted them.

Anxiety came by
She wrapped her right arm around my waist
And introduced me to Death. 
They were excited
Meeting the girlfriend of the popular Anxiety.
I shook their hand
And I blacked out.

I woke up to see that my life had changed.
I looked at my phone to see
Everyone I loved left me.
I rushed to Anxiety to ask her what happened
Death consumed me.
Everything I wanted or loved died.
Anxiety used them to manipulate me
And it worked.
I killed the conversations
I let them die.
It is all my fault.

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2 Comments
  • crystalline•galaxies

    the structure of this piece is absolutely unreal. i love the bluntness of the end, the way the intricacies all lead up to the very last word, and the personification of all of these things tied in with a story and a poem works really well. i'm going to go reread it yet again.


    27 days ago
  • Odysseus

    I love this infinitely.


    28 days ago