Let Her Wreck You

A dark poem/narrative/short story told from first person addressing a second.

She will twist you, don't worry.

She will smash your hopes and dreams under her perfectly pedicured foot. She will mangle your mind so that you cannot tell up from down, left from right.

And it will frighten you.

It will scare you so badly that you will clutch your head and scream silently into the dead air. But no one will hear you because she will bury you under your own deepest fears so that your world fades to blackness. Every dream you ever dreamt will be snatched away right when it is at your fingertips and yet somehow, it will be your own fault. Yes, because in the end, no matter what you do, everything will always be your fault.

You will stop trying to hope, stop trying to dream, because you know she will crush them all.

You will stop struggling against her serrated words because you will only bleed more.

It is easier to stay still so the blood doesn’t gush as much.

She will smile, her perfect, white teeth flashing, and bat her eyes at you and you will scream more because she is so content and yet you feel the salt of your own tears in the crude images she etched into your flesh.

Yes, you can laugh at me and call me crazy, that such a person does not exist. Yes, you will turn away and think nothing of it. You cannot fathom my words because the very same person you know smiles so brightly it shines light into your soul.

Or so you think.

You cannot understand my pain because you will never feel her knife sink into your flesh.

Or so you think.

You cannot see the scars checkering every inch of me because she is so innocent she would never do such a thing.

Or so you think.

Well keep thinking, then, but know I have told you what she does.

Yes, you will not believe me, so let her wreck you.