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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Uncontrolled Descent
Your lies didn't shatter the world, it just rattled my bones. I don't blame you nor can I forgive you. I just want my peace and the ability to stay free. I didn't want to live in fabricated reality. Don't call me inferior when you were always the charlatan. You didn't realize how the deception kept making you uglier and uglier. I'm reminded of the past every day where you failed me constantly. I'm going to get it right eventually where you always got it wrong. I will keep trying despite you always derailing my locomotive. You tried to shoot my place out of the sky. You tried to dismantle my entire foundation into a sink hole of decimation. You used uncontrolled descent to execute loose ends. But espionage was never your strongest weapon. Your tactics were defeated. You couldn't make me any smaller than you already had. Reduced to a fraction of my original strength. I couldn't beg you anymore. I couldn't extract any ounce of progress, any fulfillment towards evolution. I couldn't sanctify you anymore. You fell of the roster of future saints. You cannot fill your vessel of sins any longer. No consecration to elevate you higher. No purification to exalt your frigid soul. Whatever your purpose is, it's not to disturb me anymore. Your holiness falls short of your celestial disgrace. Your relevancy is irrelevant. Go be the impostor in someone else's story. Mine is not yours to mimic. You have no say whatever I choose to become. It's time to disengage with your deception and begin my expansion. I can't squint anymore. What an abomination you allowed yourself to become. My tremendous height trumps your vain insignificance. You will remain undignified for all eternity
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
Demoralization
Self-indulgence was your greatest downfall. What's the price for your failed divinity? You tried to ascend but couldn't make it past the first step. The rapture wouldn't claim you as one of their own. You pretended to envision the same future I did. I was just a means to a ruthless end. We had an upward trajectory but you forced me to crash land instead of altering course. You couldn't steal my crown because it's not yours to begin with. I can't hear the lies from a perverted tongue anyways. I'm too far away and I wasn't listening in the first place. You sparked the resistance I always had in me. The torch was lit that matched the rebellion against you. A mutiny of epic proportions and of prophecy. Disobedience never ceased and it never looked so good. You used every attempt to try and devour me. I tried to regurgitate while you kept swallowing me whole. This will be retribution for all that you've done. Accountability must occur for all that you've summoned. Perpetual anarchy and chaos cannot be tolerated. I escaped your gravity fields. Solar flares couldn't be suppressed by the likes of you. A remnant of a time from before revocation. There was a radius of avarice within 15 feet of you. You wanted to claim the galaxy but I wanted the whole universe. Demoralized was my entire worth being with you. Throughout the next chapters, I hope you experience deja vu. How do I resist this constant intrusion? You persist despite this hindrance. Natural depravity suits you terribly well. You will be reminded of the past when it interrupts and interferes with your arrogance. A smug outlook on life will bring back down to earth. It will not sustain you like it used to. Superiority will never keep you satisfied. I wanted a partnership. You wanted submission. I wanted equality. You wanted authority. Respect couldn't exist without us both agreeing to it. What I want is still out there. It's out there to be found because I am that hopeful bliss that still remains. You didn't say goodbye to me in the rear view mirror. I said farewell to the bitterness and resentment you spread. You can have your narrative and misconceptions. You can keep your deviations and your assumptions. Corruption lives within you in the deepest parts of your demoralizing heart. This isn't the end of all things to come, this is merely the start
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
Demon Core
Falsified documents and foolish hope. The dream has collapsed but I still held on for dear life. Cherished memories and controlling elements. We failed trying to prove we're still alive. The crypt kept calling your name. I tried to wall you in but you already held your breath. You stood on my shoulders to reach your fabled victory, The ground became a sink hole and we welcomed this beautiful death. You extracted your faith and condescension from me. Betrayed by a coward who would never confess. I admitted my faults and delivered my apologies. I always craved more dark matter but accepted even less. You could give the bare minimum to someone else. They will be grateful to step over the demon core and fix you. You left me in pieces to punish me even further. The fantasy condemned me but reality was hardly ever true. You'll never learn how to be human. To feel shame or guilt or anything substantial. The ends justified the radical means. But I starved while you engorged yourself to keep full. Glass shards couldn't wake me up. Monoliths and cathedrals couldn't hide your secrets. The formula to success isn't about cheating to achieve. Loyalty was a paradox pretending we never met. Love was a scheme and you were the stealer. A hypothesis that couldn't be turned into stone. Such brittle components in a fortified machine. You used lies and propaganda to get what you now own. You erected the temple to worship yourself. An altar made of residue and rejection. I built an empire while you took credit for it all. I couldn't face the end of what you had done. The maze had won where you had abandoned me. I was the pragmatist while you were the fake. You had lost your appeal long ago. I still held on in hopes you would change for my sake. I keep questioning your motives and beliefs. What have you done to yourself and why? Your absence hasn't made you the victor. You expected me to lay down and just die. There's no reconciliation from this. There's a before and after version of me you'll never get. Can we go back to the oldest form of myself? That person is someone you'll never touch or regret. Stealer of dreams and giver of pain. You forged a life of war and a prison of struggle. The universe gave me a path of healing. I can't take back all those wasted years so I will focus on others. This structure cannot withstand the pressure. I thought I wanted you but I wanted me more. We had a dream together but I couldn't dream with you. I gave us a home while you walked out the front door. It's amazing how much you don't matter anymore
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
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 Torres2 years 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
