The Day I Vanished
Dark and blurred—my vision starred.
I rubbed my lids hard and frowned.
Me, my name, my life—
all seemed to go extinct.
I tried calling out.
My speech reframed.
My larynx failed,
its box cracked.
Maybe the earth’s wind
blew away my existence,
thinking it was only dust.
Or maybe the same pillow
I cried upon
ate me....
thinking it would bring relief.
Ah… Mom, Dad, I am hungry.
I waited.
They did not recognize me.
Ah… my books…
I paused again.
They seem to belong to someone else now.
Was I truly that worthless—
or did I pretend so well
that they began to believe it,
until I vanished?
I thought I would feel free.
But it seems
I still wanted to exist.
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