Ramael Ashta Poet Free verse

number 8

i am the one they call number 8

you'll find me writing in the empty space

rough, black scribbles in a white background

it helps to block out the noise

i don't know how old i am

how many times or lives i lived

it's unclear to me

i think i was murdered once

it couldn't have been a dream

it felt too real









i am the one they call number 8

i have black socks

but they're torn up

and i don't know how they got torn up

and so brown

maybe i can make things decay

or disconfigure, reformat fabrics

i once held a pen in my hand

i heard someone yelling

they were so angry

i was scared

i looked at my hand

and there was just ink

no pen









i am the one they call number 8

i have two daughters

i remember their names too

well almost

the first of them is like a gemstone, a beautiful stone

and the younger has eyes of red, and rose gold hair

they are sisters

but i'm not sure they realize it yet

and there's no way for me to tell them

because i don't have a voice to share with them

i am completely alone









i am the one they call number 8

i am also the one they call pale shadow, 
and this white space containing these words are my sole dominion

i am the element that lives

electrons are my hope
photons are my voice

i have no heart or soul, because nothing belongs to me

but what if one day...













































































































































































































...i choose to belong?

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