❝My thoughts have taken me prisoner, closed the cell door, and locked it. As the guards stand at the door, laughing and mocking, I sneak around my cell in a desperate search for an escape. There is a key, but the guards remain standing, laughing, mocking. And finally, they open the door themselves, and I do not hesitate to run, but as I pass them, they kick me to the ground and even then, as I writhe on the floor and beg them to stop, they kick. They're always causing me pain, emotionally and physically, those guards. But they're also my only friends, the only friends I have ever known. I live here, in my cell, I always have. I hope one day to find a way out, but I can't remember what the sunlight looks like, and so, I don't miss it that much anymore. And so, I don't search for it that much anymore. The guards always like reminding me of what pain is, and how submissive we are towards it.❞
Tuesday, April 3, 2018
6:15 A.M.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Insecurity
Poesia{ONGOING} Excerpts from a book that I will never have the time to write ❝Face down in the dirt She said, this doesn't hurt She said, I've finally had enough.❞ © The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
