#almosts

Part of Eve's Discussion by Marie Howe

TW: death, attempted murders.

An almost-death —

if speaking only of the flesh.

The dying minds outweigh numbers ad infinitum —

yet here we stand.

An almost-life —

it could have been,

but monsters chose beforehand

that we should suffer.

And so they made our destiny bleed.

An almost-body —

broken, yet glorious.

It fought endless battles,

somehow still breathes;

hurting, unable to walk,

but it exists.

An almost-nothing —

so many wished us gone,

so many prayers for our deaths.

Their fear became signals,

hard to decipher,

yet I still can sense...

An almost-murder —

and more attempts.

They wanted our mouths shut,

and almost succeeded;

but now one thing is certain:

they will never have another chance.

Finally, maybe,

broken mirrors will mend.

Finally, maybe,

we will rest.

And then,