Anna Torres
Bio
I’m a 37-year old mother. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
Stories (114/0)
Infatuation
It’s just an infatuation. There’s no adoration cuz I don’t even know you. No passion cuz I only want what you could never be. As if you could be the answer to my needs. Validation seeks a heavy crown on a pedestal like a shrine. An ornament on my altar. A manic-induced euphoria. A highly eccentric hysteria. Whimsical fantasies, a passing fancy. How long will you stay? How long do I need you for? Until my senses recuperate. Until I reach consciousness again. When my body readjusts to dull reality again. Comatose can be so invigorating. My obsessions are a worthwhile notion. I can pretend I am worthwhile. Not a broken flawed creature. You’re just a temptation. And I am tempted to change everything in order to meet your demands. There’s an itch I must scratch. A seduction, a magnetic allure. There’s a trap set and I took the bait. But this isn’t real. Destiny and fate are fiction. We will never meet. We will never change each other’s lives. We will go our whole lives without intercepting. You will never know I exist. The fables of history will never know how far we could have gone together. An alternative reality might remember our names. This timeline might not be the best one. But this is all we have. In another life, I wouldn’t be so enchanted. Maybe I would already have you. Maybe you would love me too
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Road Trip
It was 100 degrees back in July 2021 in Puget Sound. My son and I were miserable the last couple of days. We couldn’t sleep because our fans weren’t keeping us cool. Our air conditioner hadn’t come in yet. Our German Shepard was handling the heat pretty well. We had been adding ice cubes to his water and asking specifically for iced water whenever we went out for coffee. He always assumed we would get him a pup cup and he would slurp both down after a run. After work, I wanted to do something to keep my son and dog busy and cool at the same time. I got off work at 2pm and decided to take the two of them up north to Bellingham. My husband was asleep since he worked nights. I don’t know how he could sleep with the house so hot. I loaded up my two boys and we went on a mini road trip. It takes at least 2 hours to get there so even if Boulevard Park is packed, the two of them would enjoy the air conditioner in my car for 4 hours. Going up north is always an adventure. Since my husband and I met in Bellingham and we had our son there, it’s always held a special place in our hearts. I was so excited to take my dog to see the ocean. He has seen water and we knew he loved it. I didn’t know how he would react to ocean waves. As luck would have it, Boulevard Park wasn’t so busy. I think the heat kept some people at home. I had packed dog treats and cold bottles of water for the dog. We found the place I knew would be perfect for the three of us: under the bridge by the rocks. I packed our water shoes, towels, and a change of clothes for my son. The water was also perfect. I expected it to be cold but it was lukewarm. Our dog was so confused by the waves. He kept trying to catch them as if it were a game. He was following my boy all around the rocks and back tracking to our travel bag to make sure our belongings were safe. I had my keys and phone in that bag so I never took any pictures but it’s a memory I cherish. My dog absolutely loved the ocean and one day, I want to live next to it so he visit whenever he wants. I took him to one of my favorite places ever. When we left, I went to Woods Coffee and bought a couple of drinks for the ride home. My dog slept soundly after a pup cup. My son chose the songs we listened to for the road trip home. I had 2 Labrador retrievers growing up and I always knew I would be the best dog owner I could be to my German Shepard. I would treat him like family because I always felt my family didn’t do their best with my labs. I would be better because my dog deserves better. The 2 hours home were so relaxing. Traffic was light. The music was awesome. The air conditioner was just right. My coffee was great. My son was chilling and our dog was dreaming well, I hope. I hope we take more road trips in the future. Bucky is an awesome dog. He just turned 2 and I can’t wait for more memories. We suffered through an intensely hot summer but we persevered. I wish I did more things spontaneously with my son and dog. I have the best dog in the world
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Petlife
Death rattle
It awakens from its slumber. A great old one. A bellow comes up from below. A beast untamed, a monster unfurled. There’s a giant in the abyss. There’s a leviathan in the void. A colossal extraordinaire. A massive mammoth. A gargantuan hulk. An immense mountain of a cyclops. A titanic elephant of a whale. A dreadnought. A Goliath mastodon. A titan juggernaut. It’s after our ships. It hears our submarines. An enormous himalaya. It’s a mega pharaoh. It’s a prodigious hero. It needed no directions. No GPS, no compass. It owns these waters. A majestic monolith. A towering kraken. The legend is true. It’s come for us all. The myth is a lie. The superstitions can’t help us. A monarch of oblivion, it’s a shadow. It stretches forth into the vastness of the ocean. It’s belching dooms everything in the sea. It’s a blight on the radar. It’s a mistake on the horizon. Sonar can’t capture it. It’s nature is to hide. It preserves, it’s submerged. It will swallow our tears. It will bathe in our blood. The surface is sinking. Our chances are zero. We already lost. We await our watery graves. We wait to drown like the others. Our deaths won’t go recorded. Our surrender won’t leave the whirlpool. How many fathoms do we have left before our death rattles leave our souls? Our battle cries meant nothing. This giant squid brings us home. This ugly octopus brings us home. Cthulhu calls us home
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
The Mountain
The top never changes, I’ve never seen it. The bottom brainwashes you, victimizing you. It forces you into denial. It possesses you like a decrepit demon, turning you into a host. It’s a parasite that can’t be separate from you. I don’t want to share my dreams with you. I want to climb, hand over fist. Fingers then knees. The rope burns but I seize the strength to persevere. Monotonous average ruin is not on my list. Mediocrity is not my forte. The ladder swings like a noose but I hold the line. The defenses are stable but only just. I am one breakdown away from total immobile psychosis. Giving up is easier than trying and failing. Or even attempting and perhaps achieving. The odds we never know, the pendulum is on its own. No stopwatch, no magic lamp. The finish line is a mirage. I don’t want to be born again. I am the eater of wishes, the collector of hopes. The spirits have haunted me with their futures. I have no plans to travel to the past. Seclusion has made a spot for me, a corner with no walls. Solitude has become me, we hold hands underneath the stairwell. We ascend higher somehow. There is only one way to go. Pavement and concrete do not exist. Dirt and grass are beneath me. My grave will be met with such a fury. I will have conquered the North Pole. I will have salvaged shipwrecks in the South. I will have erected monuments in the East. I will have joined the lava in the West. The air is heavy and light-headed. The agony and pleasure have combined. Will it cost me everything? Will it give me a reality check or give me back my insanity? My suffering is not freeing. I am the vessel for continuity, I will go on. The clouds scratch the surface. I’m exhausted for having settled. The intersections turn into crevices. Chasms turn into self-fulfilling prophecies. At which point do I turn back? To which direction is my advantage?How many substantial errors will aim to reign over me? How many conspiracy theories will endeavor to rule over me? I have planted my seeds. I have ventured, I have strived. I have sought, I have sprouted. My beanstalk will soar, my branches will extend. My astral plane will arise, I will walk with giants. I will keep up pretenses, I will claim asylum. My vision is bitter and intense, I sink even lower but I intend to keep going. I have to finish my climb and not delay my inevitable
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
Speak, Persephone
Speak to me. He didn’t have to be so mean. Why did I lose all hope? I’ll fight this forever. I’ve been fighting my whole life. I hate my life but only half of the year. When everything is black. Darkness is crowned king. A crown of doom. My grudge of suffering. Beneath the ground, I burn in the pit. The bottomless pit of human souls. An ocean of massive hysteria. A mountain of melancholy. Where am I now? Is it time now? To leave everything behind? A captive bride taken from home. I couldn’t just be, I was taken from me. To Gehenna, to Abaddon. Open were the gates to welcome one of their own. My captor: Hades, Anubis, Pluto. Shiva, leave me be! Please stop! All become winter and dies. My mother weeps and I’m punished. He whispers for me to let go. I can’t beg anymore. I have to take what’s coming to me. The day ends, the loneliness begins. Speak to me, please. I don’t know what I’m doing here. What the hell am I doing here?
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
Ritual
The ritual has begun. The baptism has commenced. The outside went up in flames while we were reborn. To purify, to rectify. We christened ourselves in the blood of our lord. We purged our sins. We aborted our flaws. We are the second coming. Remade in the eyes of our savior. To sanctify our revival. We owe you everything. Our inspiration, our possession. You were the sacrifice we always wanted. A perfect specimen. Our demons feasted on your purity. Our devil was a gracious host. We devoured your disembowelment. Dreadful screams, tasty blood. We carved our symbols into your willing flesh. You healed us all. We honor your courage. You gave us asylum, you gave us sanctuary. Sanctum, refuge. We are a new haven until the next necessary victim. The next casualty, the next fatality. We need to be reborn again and again. To be redeemed. To be reawakened once more.
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
Off with your head
I didn’t come here for your promises. I came for your head. I haven’t taken your life yet. I took out your gunman. I didn’t come here for a tank war. I came to watch the light dim from your eyes. I haven’t taken out your infantry. I took out all your arrows.
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
I am the fire
I’ve burned my bridges. I’ve set alight the tunnels. The match is burning. The gasoline is alive. The bomb is one explosion away from an inferno. Some people don’t like the fire. But I am the fire. The flames reach higher than the sky. No fear because I’ve been set ablaze. Gunpowder has gone away. This atrocity is ferocious. This diesel is breathtaking. Jet fuel is another alternative. My torch won’t run out. The smoke ignites. The pit goes up in a flash. The melting flickers. The cremation remains. The ashes are broiled and incinerated. I am the arsonist. I am the fire. I am indestructible.
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
Siren’s song
The song is a lullaby. An epic tune meant to lure me into a trap. The sirens are brainwashers. They are the cause of my yearning. Dark matter is light. They are cunning. They play their screwed up games. I am tethered and out of control. A mermaid on land, a goddess that drowns. They seduce me with lies. They rape me with deception. It’s an infection. My dilemma is my death. A diety with her sights on me. My muse, my inspiration, my undoing. Their voices are fatal. Creators of human destruction. The pagans had no better plan. I can’t seem to run away. A prophetic prostitute. A virgin deflowered. Immoral conquests. I can’t undo the past. I can’t look away. An ancient basilisk. A forgotten fable. They call to passing travelers and they call to me. Enchantress, why do you torment me? Why do you charm the life out of me? Witch, why do you bewitch me? Am I prey to be ensnared? To be spellbound by an infatuation? Why do you mesmerize me? Make me forget about all I know? How do I repel you? Why do you enslave me? Magnetic, enamored. I go to the water to be submerged, to hallucinate. To inhale the flood, to soak in the swamp. The marsh invites me. I go to be devoured. I yield. I go to be free.
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
Fresh meat
Run, run as fast as you can. Don’t look back, you’ll fall. Ignore the trees, ignore the wind. Don’t let them catch you. Don’t let them smell you. Watch your step. They’ll folllow your prints. The river won’t save u. The mountains won’t shield you. Run, run as fast as you can. Flee for your life. They’re coming, they’re right behind you. They know where you are. The branches betray you. The tall grass won’t hide you. The fields are too wide. The valley lacks shadows. The shade isn’t your friend. Run, run as fast as you can. I hear them. I’m not fast enough. I’m out of breathe, I’m out of time. The wolves are after me. The villagers, the soldiers, the bounty hunters. I’m fresh meat. I should have left when I had the chance
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets