Monachopsis

I move my body slightly

I’m the extraterrestrial to those around me

I take three steps
Introducing myself again

Their whispers leading to my bleeding ears

On the verge of death

I wear no mask
I wear no mask of shame
Upfront I make my move
I’m disliked for being new

POC.Unique Style.Loc’d hair.
I walk through the walls
The building currently on fire

Their gaze forever lingering on my body from the top to the bottom

Analyzing me

“She seems………… out of place”

Is it the sun-kissed antennas on my head or the rich tone of my voice?

I want to shriek at them all of them

I can’t go where they are going their path too commonly known

While they walk on the broken cobblestone of the yellow brick road

I take the train in my ruby red heels away from the silence

I need noise unlawful noise

The way I was raised and where I was brought up is the other side of the coin I’m both elated and confused on why it was even flipped

I try to be nice and connect to other people yet the oxygen I was breathing from was slowly getting poisoned by the ones I thought were kind

On this side of the planet everyone knows everything about each other

I immediately wanted to leave the air they were slowly changing from my own was sickening

So I ripped the tubes out and peeled off my skin since I wasn’t comfortable

This form this form was the only one I have ever lived in

In that moment I wanted to be ceased from existence

I didn’t want to go back to my old planet

Hell is the place I call my own mind

I thought it would be alright with the divorce, the move, the other family the part of me I never knew was mine

Now I want to be erased from humanities minds