I promised two people to post the whole thing so here it is:
My father taught me that love should hurt
But now that he is ashes
Dirt turned to dirt
Will I be able to redefine that heavy word?
My mother, on the other hand never liked my size
So I ate less, tried to slope my shoulders
Yet still my very sight she would despise
I was the insect for which she’d never find a fitting pesticide
I believed myself to be a nuisance
An uninvited guest that barged into her home
And every time I bathed, I imagined myself dissolving into the bubbly foam
Then slipping into the drain
So at least I’d have a fitting burial for what may remain
I was nothing but a splinter in her eye
Yet a tree in my own
And each branch I’d reach out to her
She’d cut down and burn in order to warm her home
And years later I understand that you did it because you were alone
I extracted your sorrow and made it mine
And now I sometimes drown at the smell of wine
Because when I look into it’s thick red colour
Your glassy eyes stare back at me
And suddenly I am 15 and begging for you to see me
I think it made me become the ghost that haunted you
Like a poltergeist I’d push over trinkets and shut doors forcefully
Because when I’d look at my hands I’d see the ugly carpet underneath them and the thought of fading scared me
I needed you to be the receiver of the sound I made when I fell
Bear witness to my presence
And now that I am at peace, every few weeks you start a seance and summon me
I do not wear a collar, I am not on a leash
Yet I will never be free from the creative ways in which you rob me of my dignity.
You may reach out with your hands
But all I see is claws
You say that there must be more than just petals on a rose
I say that you only have one and need to grow the other
In your mind all friends turn to foes
When I see your name on my phone my stomach turns
And when I look back on my adolescence and my childhood
The memory still burns
So don’t blame me
for wishing for an urn when I turned seventeen
Because my body felt heavy
and you ripped down each wall
on which I tried to lean
Yet I held on to prevent her sorrow
I held on to the word tomorrow
And though it was for her that in those
moments I chose to breathe
My lungs shrivelled at the prospect of no relief
Her foot on my chest, my words no time to rest
To her I was like a chewed up child’s teddy bear
I was her comfort, like a sponge I’d soak up her
tears just to rain them out myself
So how come she left me no room for air
Yet claimed that it was I who suffocated her
My sister was my last hope
After all, my family had run out of rope
I thought she’d pull me back into the boat
But on a cold night she took our last warm coat
Her words pulled at my hair
I checked for monsters in her closet
and was appalled to find a mirror
Left with a gaping wound named childhood
My questions desperate for answers
Does all love come with an entry fee?
Will there come a time when I bathe in the sea
without stuffing rocks in my pockets?
And after what they have seen,
are my eyes still willing to remain in their sockets?
-ND/ natdpoetry
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One of the things that make me the saddest in Horizon, both ZD and FW is that when the machines first took over the world and consumed all of the biosphere is the amount of animals that got lost, all the species tha simply ceased to exist because of human stupidity.
In the Frozen Wilds you can meet a Banuk man who collects figurines of animals that used to live in a reservation ???? in Banur. That man does not know the first thing about the animals that show in the holograms you unlock with the figurines and he is amazed with them.
Our animals are their dinosaurs.
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