Poetry

The Reason

“For better or worse, I am me.
Because I refused to let you
be the reason I would fail.”

I am the reason, you said. The result of what’s left after the darkness fulfilled your needs. After this wolf sunk his teeth into his meal, I am the resulting creature. I have to remind myself that this isn’t a dream I can wake from. That the predator prowling in the dark is everywhere. In the very air I breathe. The frayed carped beneath my bare skin. It’s not something I can escape. And that aftertaste that lingers on my tongue is just an echo of what you savored like it was your last meal. It’s just another reminder of how far you’d go to get your fill.

I am the reason for you. Forever your prey. Always at your mercy.

© Sarah Doughty

I am the reason
the me I am today exists at all.
Because I refused to let you be
the reason I would fail.

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