Pills regulated schedules, regulated emotions, regulated us, regulated paychecks.
White and baby blue became the colors I detested most. The boasting colors of the morning sky were now nothing more than synonyms for serotonin and a reminder of what slaves we were to our minds.
Heavy mandated inspirational speeches from the medical drones fell on tired bones, breaking the backs of the spineless- or so I was called.
(Coward)
Yes, mother.
(Disgrace)
Yes, father.
(You will repent)
But is there not restitution in the way that girl's smile is the only thing that lights up these dark halls?
(Hell is real, you know. Keep acting on these impulses and you burn)
Oh, father, but I am already well acquainted with the flames of your disapproval. Oh, but I have seen hell in all of its wicked glory.
I have seen it in the bright rooms of our home as my screams have ripped away the flesh of your perfect foundation. The tarnishing of our family began not with my satanic attraction.
(You will pray)
With my knees pressed against the
carpet so hard my joints
start to ache as you watch me,
Making sure I repeat my grace
Perfectly.
To rid me of this evil.
If I am naught but possessed by a devil for my attraction and dysphoria, then
What devil
p o s s e s s e d
you?
(Do you hear me?)
Yes, ma'am.
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Remebrance
PuisiA book of poems written by me. Any poem I write will go in this book. Thanks for reading.
