Now is not a place she wants to be
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Anguish, quiet
behind her smiles and laughter.
Core hollowed out by trenchant
disapproving stares which she was taught to
entertain–heated displeasure layered so thick, left to
fester, breeding infertile soil as her body becomes its own
graveyard. Her shell,
heavy as stone with imperfections the masses deemed
ill-suited for human consumption. Her
jagged journey back to devotion,
kernels of despair
lurking, promising hints of
madness to strike at anytime.
Now is not a place she wants to be.
Once things fall apart and
powerlessness persists,
quitting seems to be the best option.
Rusted and depleted lungs, but her
screams can still be heard by whomever pays attention.
Tears trickling down dimples
under seemingly bright skies. Life can feel like a
vortex when it’s
winter all year long… even with a
xanax-fuelled brain, her thoughts go
yata yata yata and her nerves go
zip zip zip. (I believe in you.)
About the Creator
Andie Emerson
Queer. Awkward. An anxious wreck, but firm believer in self-work.
Authenticity & progress over illusion & perfectionism.
Makes a living working in home improvement.
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Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Comments (9)
Congrats on Top Story!🥳
A very good poem. It brought out the tone well. Nice choice of words too.
"Promising hints of madness." Yeah, feel you there. ❤️
Exceptional work! Keep up the remarkable progress—congratulations!
Andie, congratulations on your TS status. This poem truly deserves it. It's profound, beautiful, sad, and yet, inspiring when you look between the lines. It's awesome!
Such a beautiful abcederian!
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Sad but beautifully written.
Well done.