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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When I am Queen
I was born of fire. I was quenched with fierce flame. I made love to seductive smoke. I rose up out of phoenix ash. I awoke in the arms of treachery and have survived past scorched earth. You cannot kill what you cannot burn. I have returned continuously and been reforged into renegade steel. You will live vicariously through me. I will return once again when I am sultana.
By Anna Torres12 days ago in Poets
Absolute Zero
My ambitious maw couldn't keep me warm anymore. You were the wolfhound that kept attacking it to sustain yourself. Everything you could steal, you did no matter how insignificant. You siphoned my life in small increments in order to achieve a sense of regularity. It was all for appearance's sake. You were the rat king my tail kept getting attached to. I would scurry away but all to no avail. I wallowed in compromise and misery in an attempt to be less for you. I was driven but you were threatened by anything resembling intelligence. You loved me being incomplete. I pretended to be deaf so you could speak for me. I chose silence so you could choose for me instead. I learned to surrender because you felt some desperate need to be in command. My opinion of you continued to shrink. You were never the almighty one you convinced yourself you were. It's amazing how fragile your masculinity was so you had to take my dignity to supplement. I was the undead carcass you kept feeding on. You couldn't find your own food source so you used me for your appetite. You refused to find shelter so I became your haven at the expense of myself. You somehow always knew better, it seemed. Like there was written proof somewhere out there in the cosmos that you were the superior one. I was the deluded victim you had to subjugate and keep isolated. You made it your life's mission to devalue me. You did everything to justify your abusive and callous behavior. You were always my biggest disappointment, You made sure I didn't deserve better. I had to worship you because you lived off of recognition. I was kept hostage for 15 years while you remained drunk off of my tears. I was the aberration I sought but could never enforce. You were the unwelcome savior that felt compelled to trap me. I was held captive and was forced to enjoy it. I soared beyond your limitations but you punished me for that. My entropy was at always at your mercy. You wanted me at my lowest, at absolute zero. My energy was at your disposal. I was a dedicated zombie that couldn't breathe without your permission. I was forever caught in your perpetual undertow. What would it mean to prosper? What would it feel like to reclaim my power? I was the walking dead you feared would rise against you one day. I wasn't willing to join you at your subterranean level. My melancholy is no longer my friend. I have slowly ascended to the height I always pictured myself achieving. My endeavors refuse to be frigid and tepid. You are banished to the frozen exteriors of my mind. Where polar ice and bleak extremities knew me so well. I was once at absolute zero. I was a former version of myself you kept hidden for fear of losing to. I'm not who I used to be. I am allowed to evolve beyond arctic cold. I'm thawing out, slowly but surely. The temperature is rising and so am I. My heat obliterated you because you kept stripping me of it. I was a motionless entity, encased in marble glacier, a reminder of all that I had dreamt of. Those dreams have returned. They have bestowed their value unto me once more. I'm not your captive anymore. I've been diminished long enough. Go be one with your beloved entropy. My energy cannot be destroyed nor removed anymore. You have no more influence over me anymore
By Anna Torres18 days ago in Poets
Armistice
Impeachment is coming. There will be no ceasefire nor surrender. The cessation of warfare comes at a cost. The peace treaty you wouldn't sign will still be there to haunt you at the end. I allowed negotiations to continue but hostilities were allowed to ruin me. You undermined me at every pause. What once sparked between us is now dead and throbbing. I wonder if it was ever really there. I had to soothe it with alcohol for it to rot. I had to numb it with Novocain for it to fester. Little by little, you kept extracting my soul. It's these corruptible lies that continue to permeate me. It's the truth that always meddled because it refuses to settle. The conspiracy theories were real. You were never the love I wanted to feel. It's the pieces of my heart that were out of reach. You took my body instead. I dug the grave that is prepared for you. I built the tomb to trap your remains. The mausoleum is there as your eternal resting place. There is only static to replace your repetitive lies. I wish for the day where you go silent, forever keeping me at peace. I waited for the end of the world, in anticipation. I rehearsed for the brutal end but this tragedy was the better outcome. I rationed my joy in hopes it would last me. I repurposed myself and pledged my devotion to a worthless cause. The plan was to remain unhappy for the rest of my days. That is what little I thought of myself. I never thought there would be a life without you, a life that existed beyond you. I became comfortably mediocre all thanks to you. All else eventually became trivial when pursuing my own means of happiness. I've got places to be before the sun sets. I've survived the sickness that is you. You wanted me gone and yet, I refuse. I've knocked you off your pedestal. You appear so tiny and insignificant to me now. There is no altar for you to project your supremacy anymore. There will be no armistice. Of this I am certain. You will not be spared. Time will not go easy on you. I will not let you off this easily. This intolerance speaks for me now. You convinced me once I couldn't have it all. Your removal from my life became your free fall. You're nothing but fragile and small. I am here to forever claim it all.
By Anna Torresabout a month ago in Poets
Halcyon
I've allowed my anxiety to speak for me. To tear me down like you always used to. You ridiculed my wingspan until it was nothing but bones. You didn't want me whole, you wanted me broken. You loved me when I was fragile and co-dependent. I've ventured out of the cave into spiraling sunlight. I still feel the discomfort because I'm accustomed to the inferiority. How do I overcome this trauma? How do I reach those blessed days of halcyon? I hold myself up to severe expectations instead of being kind to myself. I'm still learning how to exist without you. Succeeding without needing your permission. You can't keep returning and holding me hostage to the past. I can break free because that's not what's expected of me. You wanted me to fail but I have to disappoint you one last time. I was running out of time when I was with you. I was undermining my own potential to soothe your delicate ego. You wouldn't let the truth breathe. I'll take the lead. I'll take the chance that was given to me. This is the one I've been searching for. He's been looking for me too. I'll hang on with all the hope that is inside of me. We're a force that cannot be stopped. You tried to stifle this acceleration but this propulsion will break through. This ascension is something you cannot control, could not contain. The flames will skyrocket into the zenith while you lament down here on earth. The view is amazing up here. I'll take him with me as I explore other universes. When I eject myself into oblivion, you'll be there with me. I can't do this without you. Maybe I could but I just don't want to. When I explode as a supernova, I want you there to witness it. To keep me safe where I hold onto your hand with all that I have. I want to keep you with me for as long as I can. I was never anyone's until I met you. I can gratefully say my heart is yours because it belongs to you. I can't defy the forces that have led me to you. It was inevitable and I am yours just as you are mine. We are finally alive. We are the crack in the sky and we have been blessed with the divine. We are perpetually intertwined. We will stay like this forever until the end of time
By Anna Torres3 months ago in Poets
Bitter Sea
It was ominous and I still ignored it. A captivating monster that lured me in. The bear trap kept me contained for way too long. I begged you to regurgitate me so I can live in peace. You were as hollow and vacant as a makeshift haven. Fickle and bipolar like the crescendo waves of eternal blue. Our intensity grew worse as we became more villainous. Your hostility was as infinite as the tide that cascaded in. Your presence was punishment that became my burden. Your absence is the reward that kept on giving. I authorized your removal but you were slow to vacate. I'm still drowning in precious salt water as I scream. No tourniquet will plug this visceral wound. You wanted me to perish but it wasn't meant to be. I fear I will never escape you. There will be invisible abrasions that continue to plunder me. There will be transparent bruises that you will never own. This laborious torture does have a timer. It will expire once you evaporate. This misery has evolved into ambition. You took my oxygen as your own but doubted my ability to surface. I sought peace over proving myself to you. I now claim victory over this endless, bitter sea. This was never going to be the death of me
By Anna Torres3 months ago in Poets
Gargoyle Scream
You're haunted by the spectre that is my voice. You switched masks but I could still find you. You hid away your true mannerisms but your ugliness still shines in the dark. I only hold the dagger and key to your venomous heart. You never knew a ghost was on your trail, left behind to forever hunt you. Your time was always going to be short. You didn't know revenge is what motivates me. It's no wonder you can't look over your shoulder. That smell of sulfur, that's me. That tickle in your spine, that is I. The sudden chill of cold you feel when you're alone? You're never alone with me on the chase. The wind could escape you but I cannot. The whispers in the evening glow, the rising yawns in the morning dew. I am everywhere you don't think I am. I am everything you abandoned for greener pastures. I am the past that cannot stay at rest. The forgotten do not allow ignorance to flourish. You cannot say you did your best. The truth is the only thing that connects us and I am the shadow that continues to pursue you. Vengeance is not the ultimate goal. I want to hold you in my arms one last time while I shatter your bones with my gargoyle scream. I will be the last voice you ever hear. I am searching for you, my dear. I am the midnight stalker that desires you so. Wherever you go, I will follow like smoke from your wounded ashes. I envy the years of antiquity because they are allowed to finally sleep. I am the parts of history that have no desire to ever let go. This is punishment for all you got away with. I am the demon spawn that craves your putrid flesh. I am the apparition that cannot forgive. The spirit wraith that cannot dismiss you. I am the infinite phantom that will not let you slip by. I retain the memories that you refuse to acknowledge. I have hope that your capture is approaching. Your imminent seizure is on its way. The hunt will be over soon. I will finally be able to rest with you in my clutches. I will apprehend you, my dear. You will become my prisoner just as I have become yours. The past is not done with you. It has regrets will knowing you all too well. This is judgement coming to rectify. This is the reckoning aiming for your head. I am the ghost that wishes for you. I am the spectre that has finally caught up to you. We are possessed in this cursed hunt but will be reunited. We are trapped in the eons together and forever will be. This is fate searching for you and reclaiming you. Oh, I can't wait to see your face.
By Anna Torres3 months ago in Poets
Daylight Horror
Your imminent threat became tortuous. I kept waiting for impending doom and ominous gloom. You led an army to test my sanity. You instigated my distress but loved witnessing it. You were the source of all my bitterness. I've resisted the urge to smother you. I've resisted the temptation to lower these walls. You were the invader meant to subjugate me. To conquer and prevent me from fleeing. I wasn't made for fealty. Medieval rivalry had fortified my resolve. I've braved your warfare but am still nervous about peacetime. I barricaded myself in my tower for fear you would haunt me. There is no alarm to alert me to your presence. No warning of your infiltration. The canons have deafened my ears. You were the feudal lord forcing me into being a peasant. This stronghold became a prison. The dungeon filled with ghosts as I kept running higher. The drawbridge is up. The canal is flooded and the moat has drowned. The wooden door is nailed shut. The gates are closed and you are barred from entering. There is no bridge to approach my castle. There is no longer any route leading you to me. My location had been erased from all maps. You can find another crusade to die in. You've got to play it as it lies. He threw his own corpse down to the side and I waved to him as he passed by. I know what it's like to burn before the fire subsides. I am what's left after the sunrise. I was convinced you were the twilight restorer. These howls persist as I become the daylight horror. I embraced the destruction that impaled me. I survived within these stone walls so I could be free. We were made for epiphanies. I was made to be fierce and powerful. We were made for infinities
By Anna Torres4 months ago in Poets
