Amnesiac {A Prose Poem}

"I’ve forgotten about you so completely that I think back on that year and I smile."

I’ve forgotten about you so completely that I think back on that year and I smile.

Where you were – the high of your attention and the crazy-making hurt, the sarcastic acid of your words, and my obsession with winning your favour – those memories are gone. Peacefully, completely gone.

Like an arsonist, you set me on fire with the glee of a child. You thought you were destroying me, but you were really burning away my old self. The sweet girl who thought other people’s unkindness was her fault.

You destroyed her and what was left in her place was a woman, utterly uninterested with twisted people. She - I - walks in the world now and thinks on that year with a happy amnesiac’s memory.

To her, there are only dear friends with cups of warm tea in their hands, a new city explored, and her own power, exponentially grown.

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Anthea