What do you fear?
At 9 I would say spiders, scary movies, and car crashes. I would say, I don’t want to die like Uncle John did.
At 11 I would say that girl from The Ring, having no friends, and getting in trouble. I would say, I don’t like being alone.
At 13 I would say birth control pills, therapists, and socializing. I would say, am I really psychotic like they say? What’s wrong with me?
At 15 I would say closets, sharks, and fists. I would say, he’s still in the closet don’t open it don’t fucking open it, please, he’s in there. I would say, I wouldn’t say anything. I would only flinch.
At 16 I would say men, love, and my body. I would say, I don’t know how to say no anymore, because what does that even mean anyway? I would say, nothing matters anymore.
At 17 I would say the truth, people, and scrubs. I would say, I don’t think any of the meds are working. I would say, there’s nobody to trust anymore.
At 18 I would say men, fists, and myself. I would say, there’s nobody to trust anymore, not even myself. I would say, chop me up another line.
Today I would say life, love, and drugs. I would say, those three words are the same.
About the Creator
Sophia Maciel
I'm just an aspiring writer that likes to write slam poetry, but is too anxious to get on a stage and speak it.
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