Prologue
That’s… it
I’ve been betrayed
The curtain hasn’t risen yet
The lights have not yet dimmed
The crowd has not hushed in anticipation
I am alone
Before the beginning, already wishing to rewind
Line?
Please, someone, line
Tell me what to say, how to feel, how to react
My love has been betrayed most by one
And the first act hasn’t even begun
Act 1: Scene X
A cage of glass I find myself in
Fight I do not and flight I cannot
So within myself I trickily knot
The boiling lava inside me
Searing my tongue and melting my teeth
I push it down into the blackness new
The blood simmering now to stew
And brew a concoction of temperament so vile
I stray not from the glass’s edge
Outside warped wings of sparrows glide
Little of how I know to fly
No time for a lesson, I
Take light to the sky and Icarus entombed I lie
Act 2: Scene Y
I don’t think I found the bottom of this place, but I know it’s dark depths well
I believe it goes much further, and I fear there are those who have seen the bedrock
And I wonder if I am close.
Cold rapid waters aswirling
Knives sharp peach atwirling
Pills blue plenty aspilling
Watcher in the Sky, so many ways to die
I contemplate them
Pick them like daisy petals
Love me love me not
i dont love me
i hate me
no im too tired i think
to even contemplate the brink
goodnight sleep tight
let the bed bugs bite
i dont want to wake up tomorrow.
Act 3: Scene A
I haven’t found the Z.
The definite end to me, not yet—
not yet.
But the glass cage is gone.
The anger is still alive and well, even if its denoument is in the works.
I am no saint.
I am no artist.
I struggle with my demons without golden ideas, simmering on fresh pages.
I wrestle them with pills and stolen bandages, with hollow eyes and heavy weight.
I am no warrior.
Hardly a survivor.
My thoughts are still locked tight, creaking under the bottle-pop pressure.
I take a deep breath.
It’s time to let myself out.
To forgive myself for the delay in life.
To love myself
On the winding path to the unknown.
About the Creator
Brittany MacKeown
I also go by my middle name, Renee, but you can call me about anything
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