Phoenix Savoie

I don’t know how to begin exactly. It feels like I have to write something big, something theatrical. It’d be fitting, since this will be my last post here, and here was the first place where I really got a chance to share my ideas, or at least feel like I could. I got to write my first short story, my first poems, my first essays outside of class… That’s twelve posts in total over the span of two years (plus this one). All of these texts and I wanted to look back to see how proud I really am…

This, I propose to you,A love story, not simply of the other,But also simply of you, too.So listen to my tale of monster;For to love another, you need to love yourself.And to love yourself, you need to know yourself. Sat a spirit, lonely on a tomb,Lonely as a wandering spirit.Perched, a girl, on a forgotten doom,Forgotten as an old candle lit;Never did they know fate would strike.Always did they think they would never like. In a foggy cemetery,A single mourning spirit waited in tearObserving the scenery.The cold cold scenery of fear;How long had it already been?How much time had it…

Nothing matters.I doubt I will get to live to a hundred.Nothing matters.I will be forgotten a hundred years after that.Nothing matters.I will rot away and my name will be forgotten.Nothing matters.I am only one of a hundred billions who have died.That doesn’t matter; nothing matters. No one will remember “Rose,”Who was born in the 2000s,Who hated herself,And hated the world around her.Rose will be a single name among so many others.Roses wither too.I am not alone with that name.That doesn’t matter; nothing matters. I walk in the cemetery.Truly a beautiful place, is it not?Nothing is calmer than the dead.I envy…

You do not have to believe anything that I am going to say. Even I do not believe in this story; and I have witnessed it with my own eyes! I do not intend to tell you this story to convince you that ghosts exist or anything of the sort; I only wish to recount in the most precise way possible that lonely night of June which I and my best friend will always remember. I do not remember exactly why I bought that OUIJA board in the first place. I only know that, after a random day of winter…

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