Anna Torres
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I’m a 39-year old mother and student. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
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Gladiator
Worship this potential beheading. It's all for nothing until I get my revenge. Set alight this effigy so you can finally rest. You escaped fate and for this travesty, I will avenge. Repetitive motions just kept making me sick. You asked me to walk through fire while you made a home out of ice. I grew accustomed to your nonchalant demeanor. But these limits and restrictions wont be able to sustain nor suffice. Too much bravado and detritus in the air. What more could you do to devastate me? I had to kill and bury all the evidence that traced you back to me. Your refusal to believe in me couldn't silence my curiosity. Left in the wake of your denial and persistent memory. Your presence still lingers because of what we once shared. I moved on, on my own while you remained a parasite. Your provocation weakened while I tried to escape your despair. Defiant in the nightmare you created. You chose yourself while I chose my peace. I transformed my body but my mind is still catching up. I surrendered my soul but it's in recovery, at least. Your attempt to defeat me has failed. You were never the warrior you claimed to be. I sacrificed over and over again to no avail. You smuggled yourself out but I am still loyal to me. The dictator has abdicated. The general has been cut down in battle. Caesar wept in agony while he died slowly. The emperor gives out one final whimper as his death rattle. We couldn't carry on in this makeshift charade. There is no honor amongst liars and beggars. You gave me back my freedom inadvertently. Please erase your entire existence and never return. I waited an eternity for you to change. Life is too short to waste on the fickle and the useless. My dreams are powerful and my goals are beyond your control. I have regained my composure and will develop a spine again. The gladiator has risen and you're not welcome in my presence ever again.
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
Harbinger of Light
Honesty could never pierce his heart. Nor would Cupid's arrow. There wasn't enough integrity in any marrow of a bone. Your blood vessels were always too narrow. You kept your muzzle on me and I grew accustomed to it. It only grew vengeance within me. You were treacherous and a villain of the worst kind. You carried placebos in your pocket in order to placate me. You masqueraded as a remedy. You pretended to be the harbinger of light. I wish you had arrived with a disclaimer. That whispered how every word was an exaggeration or a lie. I would appease you every moment we lay awake. Your tongue was sandpaper and it was vile. I asked you not to resuscitate me while I suffered from hypoxia. But you were always certain and I was always in denial. All the roads lead to the same conclusion. I have yet to travel back to myself. You were a study in scarlet, a study in cancer. My tremors and palpitations delivered more anguish and nothing else. You were the anti-hero in my story of medieval revenge. You are the proof we were capable of the most terrible things. You always extracted the worst parts of myself and beyond. You always gave rise to the darkness that resided in me. I called you my mighty nemesis but you were the ultimate adversary. I was the brinicle that couldn't get past your iron lungs. I tried belladonna in the twilight and ricin when the moon was full. But nightshade loved you way too much. We chose to meet in the coliseum but you wouldn't face me. We spat our blood in the dirt but my tears meant nothing. This sacred, hallow ground where we hand over our fates. I want to send you to the obsidian shore so you could finally see. You canonized yourself to the realm of the saints. We needed a translator to meddle in our transgressions. I loved it here in my comfort zone of perfected wounds. But you were the sorrow in all my romantic delusions. The rope kept slipping in and out of my grasp. The sword wouldn't hold still in my right hand. I didn't want to fall but you kept threatening to jettison me. I had to strike you down or else, you would have. Paying the price for ambition you never favored. My motivations always surpassed you. You led me to the gallows but I rejected your noose. You had your axe ready but my pulse always refused. You were never the beast that hungered for more. You slumbered while I attempted my succession. This hierarchy was always a sham and I will take your throne as mine. You just didn't have it in you to complete this mission.
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
Vex
Provoking every ounce of rage inside of me. Your voice kept grating me like a beehive droning over and over again. I still have the pentagram you drew for me. Your seances have failed because I am still here to haunt you. You used to call me a banshee while you were the ghost that kept tormenting me. We used exorcisms against each other but continued to aggravate one another in disbelief. I summoned the power of the seasons to punish you. Your selfish endeavors will outlast this damnation you wish upon me. You conjured spells to hurt me but didn't realize they would hurt you too. All of this will backfire because witchcraft isn't your strongest suit. I've mourned that Tuesday morning when you vanished, finally, into thin air. I've prayed for a reaping and ultimately, received a reckoning. All of your red flags are someone else's problem now. You didn't banish me. It was dissonance that had had enough and asked you to vacate. Unfulfillment wouldn't suffice but it was worth a shot. You kept triggering my hostility and it bred even more toxicity. Dysfunction made me a heretic of my own religion. Peace couldn't reach me with you in the way. I wanted to talk to fire but you wanted me to burn instead. It took a bit of magic to expel you from this reality but it finally worked. The lore will have a page dedicated to you and scum just like you. I have nothing left for you here. You can't provoke me anymore.
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
Hammerhead
You kept pulling me down deeper into the brackish sea. Please release me from your grip. I wasn't made for all the pressure way beneath. I'm not going to take back all the words I let slip. I'm not going to meet you where the fathoms exist. The coldness lurks in between the fjord and the estuary. There's no reason why you're going to be missed. I'm still swallowing water but somehow that makes me free. I thought you were a savior come to save. You dragged me down, now I'm sinking so you wouldn't drown. You couldn't develop lungs that could breathe ocean salt. I kept searching for the way up but it's no where to be found. The source of all of my strangulation. The chokehold you kept me in wasn't what I agreed on. Asphyxiation is the tether I cannot allow anymore. You continued to disappoint me and it finally became enough. Spiraling into the abyss with no warning. I clung to you so I couldn't face the saline truth. We were the anchor weighing us down together. One of us had to sacrifice but I knew it would never be you. We couldn't be sober and in love. Time is a construct that cursed us violently. We needed the water to baptize and purify us. You were the hammerhead shark and I was the prey. We couldn't force compatibility nor could we change the language in which we spoke. You reached the surface but I wanted the shore. You can breathe again but I secretly hope you choke
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Cartilage
It's time to finally summon up the blood and heal this undue trauma. If I could, I would erase every inch of you from history. No trace or hint that you were ever really here. Your existence would be wiped entirely and I will benefit from every obliterated tragedy. I would set the past ablaze along with you in it. I burned the book with your name on every page. You were the cause of all my fruitless endeavors, the root of all my unnecessary quivering. I matter whether or not you ever saw it, whether or not you ever acknowledged it. I couldn't give you any more of what you never appreciated. How much did it cost to sell your soul? Did you ever have one to begin with? Can I transform this roadblock into something better? Can I ever think of you without becoming bitter? You were merely a colonizer taking credit for everything you never earned. I have to un-laminate myself so you can no longer infiltrate me even further. I knocked you down from the top spot in our hierarchy and you resented me for it. Mediocrity became the norm while you forbid me from accomplishing anything without you. Your stamp of approval was required for everything underneath the sun. I kept circling the drain and waiting for the inescapable plunge. We were somehow always predetermined to go our separate ways. We prolonged the unavoidable for reasons that no longer make any sense. Even at our worst, that comfort zone was all we had. I couldn't prevent the loose gravel from collapsing in on me. You were trapped in the rubble after the earthquake. You were abandoned in the mineshaft after the cave-in. You suffocated from the dirt I had buried you in after brief contemplation. You were the vindictive one but I'm the one who's been vindicated. We were lost in the rust and losing our identities. I've learned to embrace these eccentricities but you only embraced yourself. You didn't know enough to realize you didn't know enough. I didn't know who I was without you. You were the still born aspect of my life that just simply refused to let go. Your actions can never be reversed and they will whither away in agony. Your words attempted to lacerate me but your gutless lies can no longer torment me. If I had to succumb and align with the dearly departed, I knew I would find a way to revive and awaken once more. My body will heal and my wounds will mend in time. My bones will be restored and my cartilage will resurrect over and over again. It's not in your nature to overcome adversity but it is in mine. You came back to steal my worth but realized you never could. My destiny is in my own hands which is something you never understood. Your words may echo for a few lifetimes but my actions will echo forever in eternity
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Atra Mors
We questioned everything but never received any response. No evidence or trace of origin. We contacted the ends of the solar system and still never any roots of a creator. The Black Death is nothing compared to this big, empty, and lonely existence on solitary Earth. I've seen our Pale Blue Dot of a planet but have always taken it for granted. I'm not a stoic any longer. Whatever is approaching is inevitable and impossible to alter its trajectory. One by one, the planets fall victim to this Nihilistic Ball. Decadent Dance. Mars and Mercury will dissipate and Venus is already gone. Uranus will collide into Broken Jupiter. Arid Saturn. Nocturnal Neptune. Pluto has returned but retreated into oblivion. And now it's our turn. We're next
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Good Morning, Vampire
Good Morning, Vampire. I cannot give you any more asylum here. No sanctuary from the sun, no rosary beads tucked away beneath this masquerade. You tried to storm this castle but I wouldn't allow your unholiness in. What did you think you would conjure here? No spells to be broken because I am immune. Can we really be reborn from this loss of dignity? I let you dilute me until there was nothing original left. You wanted me at the bottom so you could keep me prisoner. Afraid of an uprising when I finally realized this was all staged. Ascending upward was the death of our misfortune. Subterranean miscreant, I will use the rest of my holy water to cure you. I'll send you down to your maker and I hope they bring the violence. You were the sinkhole I kept on drowning in. My mouth full of deafening screams that no one could hear, especially you. The morning light will wash over you and be your undoing. You're the Grim Reaper but the day of reckoning has come. Traitors have been tested and been deemed unworthy. There's something about your existence that makes my blood boil. Without you, my life could have avoided turmoil. I predicted a riot against pity and self-loathing but you always loved me when I was broken. You rose to the top while I paid dearly for the darkness. Spirits lose their spines and have to assemble new ones. I didn't know you wanted me to remain hopeless. To abrogate you would have been the most supreme evil plan I ever conceived. You always returned to capsize the boat I rescued myself in. You created tsunamis to torture me and I always responded with more tears. You were the strain that continuously infected me and my mental health. I slept in a lonely bed waiting for you but you never had any warmness to begin with. Your coffin lay undisturbed while I assembled more garlic and crosses to defend myself with. You were the smoke that always burned my eyes. You were the stake in my heart that wouldn't let me die. You siphoned my sanity and blood out of my well-being. Draining me to the point of exhaustion and suffering. I have the marks on my neck to prove your abuse. I have the trauma you inflicted that I cannot wait to lose. This will circle back to you sooner or later. This will creep back on you but you will never learn your lesson. You always exploited the worst parts of me. You always managed to get on the dark side of me. You contributed more to my misery than you ever tried at my happiness. We are on the do not resuscitate list and it's time to finally lay you to your ultimate rest. I didn't know then that this was truly for the best. I wall you in behind these red bricks and wait for the sun to take you away. Morning cannot come fast enough. I hear your nails turn to stubs while you scratch aimlessly at the chamber door. My hands won't reach out for you anymore
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Unwelcome
By what design am I meant to walk so cautiously with this burden? This unwholesome situation is so mentally exhausting. I let you inflict your trauma on me. I allowed you to infiltrate my core where you decided to off load all your misdeeds. Years spent undermining myself but you didn't help lift me up in any way. I provided a safe place but you were never the comfort I sought. You were a paradox I couldn't figure out. You were a contradiction that couldn't quite function. You kept trying to make me dimmer so you could shine brighter. I was inhaling your poisonous fumes and wondering why I kept asphyxiating. How can I disassociate from your entire existence? Why am I constantly at war with myself? This is the wrong kind of love and I don't want it. It keeps disrupting me and I have no need for it. Dying more and more each day until there was only a void left in me. Your selfish deeds can't keep dismembering and dismantling me. Please leave me as I am. I was overruled in the beginning but you will forever remain unwelcome now. Bargaining is done but you will never be forgiven. You will be laid to eternal rest with such vehemence. I can't continue to bandage my wounds with you still creating new ones. Vanquishing you will be an ordeal I must endure in order to survive. You were allowed here once. You have stayed past your allotted time. The clock counts down until the inevitable moment. Time of death is any minute now. You are most unwelcome from now until my grudge decays. This kind of love makes everyone unwell. Will I ever forgive you? Only time will tell
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Polytheist
I was the visionary with parallels always blocking my views. I didn't know it was you I had to confront in order to remove the blockage. I wasted time praying to you when you never heard one of my prayers. I was wrapped up in the all-consuming aura you perpetrated but you never matched anything I ever gave, you only took. You were the crack of light that never broke the seal you formed around me. There was an afterlife I had prepared for us but this world needed me free. The keeper of the dead let me go out of pity and out of spite. You wouldn't dare meet me in the middle because that would require actual consideration from you. There was always some thing I felt I had to prove. The pressure from conformity was only released when I forced you out of my life. The voices in my head criticized me worse than your nonchalance ever did. My suffering finally collapsed and collided with my outstretched hands. We grabbed a hold of one another and I threw that wretched suffering overboard for the final time. I smelled sulfur for far too long and I grew accustomed to it. I let the fear control me until I was afraid to accomplish anything. I was unaware of how conditional our love would turn out to be. I thought being hard made me unbreakable but I still ended up broken. You didn't want me to speak but so much has gone unspoken. I thought you made me heartless when it was me who had to conceal that precious commodity. Always the greedy one, stealing my peace and sanity when I had none to begin with. I wished for your blessings but only received silence. You projected your own insecurities onto me and I accepted them readily. My revenge from this possession is the exorcism of you from my life. I have uninvited you and expelled you permanently from my sight. It took a decade for me to see that you're not some kind of deity. Not some divine omniscient creator meant to deliver me from my sins. There are more out there than just you. And there are more willing to love me the way I needed to be loved. What more could you do for me that I couldn't already accomplish without you? Fear, I could do without. Worship myself, I could do again. I found out I could always start all over again
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Matches
I never marched in line although you wasted time forcing me to. Stifling a fire that was never yours to quench. Meddling in affairs of evolution and resilience. We were trapped in gridlock pointing our fingers permanently at each other. What was once endearing is now just abhorrent and unwanted. I called you Dreamkiller but it was me who granted you all of that endless power. Forever needing reassurance but not from you. The uncensored version of myself has yet to be found. Filtered, watered down, and sanitized by extreme measures. I had to hide my true self in order to adhere to your strict standards. I broke all the rules while you continued to establish new ones. You kept trying to put out this roaring flame but all you did was make it burn brighter. My light flickers and can be see from eons away. Telescopes have witnessed my emergence into illumination. You tried to bury me with dirt. It didn't work. You tried to ruin me with water. You might as well have not even bothered. You tried to ridicule me with other matches and kerosene. But lighter fluid is useless beyond me. You tried to force dynamite down my throat. But it was you who needed to implode the most. You tried to blow me out with fables and fairy tales mixed with hyberboles. I never rose to the occasion because it was all beneath me. You used your last ounce of strength to make your final escape. You tried to set me alight with unnecessary friction and temperamental heat. There's no where we could ever meet. My embers learned to combust long before you. You kept trying to halt my progress by silencing my spark. But I've erupted into the light while you cower back into the dark. I don't need gasoline to make me more powerful. I am more than just the chemicals you tried to exile me with. These scars you helped create are now my trophies. My smoke rises and my vapor boils. I am moving beyond the boundaries and fences you installed around me. I have expanded unscathed and I have become more. I am something you cannot recognize anymore
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
