Anonymous Umbra
Turning pain into beauty
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I was created āout of rage āāborn unloved, a body āpushed away āābefore I even breathed. Shards of me āfractured at birth, āāspinning, splintering, āgrowing sharp āāin silence. I shake āmy body a volcano āāerupting in mist, spitting fire, ātearing through the air. I see them āthose who wronged me āātheir eyes go lead, drift,…
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I didnāt understand why he said those things. We were never perfect, but we were somethingā¦ werenāt we? He looked at me like I was the problem. Like I ruined his life. He said if I ever told her we were still involved ā and he lost his family because of it ā heād take…
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Why me? Why this room with no exits? Why this chorus of knives, these shadows that mimic my voice and repeat my worst fears until they sound like truth? Every step I take echoes backā too loud, too much, too fragile, too wrong. I shrink, trying not to disturb the silence that was never silence…
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Some things are better left unsaid. But silence still echoes. She said he never knocked ā just entered like he still had the right. He thought she wouldnāt remember. He was wrong. We wear too many faces to be found. And when the reckoning comes, it always smells like roses and rot. Good luck fighting…
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Weāll Never Tell [Iām Main ā The Soft One] I soften the edges and swallow the screams. I nod when I want to shout, smile when my heart breaks. I carry the weight without showing the cracks, holding the space so the chaos doesnāt spill. They say Iām fragileā I say Iām the quiet backbone,…
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ā ļø Content Warning & Author Note This piece is an emotional expression. Itās not for everyone and thatās okay. Some art is soft. Some art is survival. This is mine. š What You Should Know This chapbook explores: ā¢ Psychological trauma ā¢ Grief, heartbreak, and emotional unraveling ā¢ Violence, vengeance, and poetic metaphor ā¢ System-based narrative (DID-inspired voice structure)…
Anonymous Umbra 