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From Hell

May 6, 2013
By Anonymous

Picture me in the top right-hand corner
with my halo.
I am the smiling face of
Jesus with a Mona Lisa air,
but perhaps before he was learn'd
and knew of his purpose.
I am just
calm in the chaos,
like a child during
reversed birth.
I felt that vacuum-
my emotions sucked away-
and *pop* back into the womb.
I, surrounded by nothing,
am floating into myself.
I am not myself.
If a person couldn't be,
then be it were I that person.
That person with a
promise to
keep, although I am doomed
to a natural life
of stone cold
numbness from hell.


The author's comments:
Written after the ultimate violation of privacy occurred: my mother read my journal.

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