Stephanie

          I feel useless inside of this same body. I have left and entered it once again. I am still here inside of the same soul I have once parted from.

The only person who would truly understand me is the one who has walked the same broken path. I am back again although I never truly left.

I am still here. I have always been trapped. I am still trying to tell my story, but just as before, it never truly mattered.

My story has never gone that far. My story has been shoved onto the pile of stories that were never a priority. Now I am shoved inside the filing cabinet that was labeled with a meaning that was not meant for me. My story is here but you do not cry out for me. My story has gained shameless pity for all but two point five seconds that lasted throughout your day. Your day has continued, but mine has still revolved around the same place. You don’t see me. You don’t know the truth that has broken me. You don’t know the reasons why and you have never asked me why.

I know this because of the way the world still treats the other broken ones. You just cast them to the side. You throw their stories in the pile of garbage along with mine, but you label it as unidentified. I am still here, and I am still broken just as before, because Just as the first time you still do not listen to me. your ears are muffled and selective. I have entered the one that you consider useless just because you see her as broken.

You see her as nothing, I see her as beautiful. She is the one who will hold my broken key. She is the only one who could truly understand me,

Because like me, you have tried to hand her the rope.

       The cracks have fallen in between. The truth of the lies has been laying in plain sight. Raelyn is okay, she is lying in the dark asleep. 

She wipes as she cleans. She talks as she dreams. I twist locks of her beautiful blonde caramelized hair within my fingertips. She's falling in love before she wakes. She is dancing in her white gown, as she smiles beautifully with her white shinning sparkling teeth. The white brick barn she is standing in has rumbled, the floors begin to shake. The walls mold into darkness, her mouth incapable of speech, her heart broken for what she has seen. 

       All has been lost or will soon become to be, if she does not first walk through the cold, the treacherous lands and find the one who no longer breathes. She must first break the door because it will not let her in. She must tell you the truth fractioned within. She must fight with the swords gifted from undying love. Parted from light, parted from love, parted in the middle between the ground that shakes. Parted in life but not quite parted from death. The demons are crawling in. She must defeat the dying battle or else she will be locked in and trapped as it sinks for an eternity. 

 

The Past

     The wooden brown book spirals as I write spells of codes. Ripping and tossing. Shredding and breaking. I have entered beyond the light. 

I have become something dangerous with my sharp digging knife. Ripping and slicing. Ripping and breaking. Ripping and biting. I have woken up wearing my once white beautiful dress. I tare the hemming. I tare the sleeves. I rip and tare as I sink my teeth. I do not care what happens to me. 

I do not care if I walk through the mud as it rains. My mind has fogged but I know what I have come here to do. I have come to a house of brick with a black fence. There is a green roofed panel that's made of tin, with wooden barred windows meant to hold the heat in. Inside is a large open living room with brown leathered sofa seats. I am here once again. My breath creaks, my mouth has opened. I have left a note that is falling down, marked with lipstick. 

"I see you."

 

 

-Micah Vincent