Escapril has begun and our first day prompt is ego. I wouldn’t say this piece is my best work, but I don’t necessarily hate it. I’ll probably go through at the very end and edit some of them. But for now:
you became my ego
the soft underbelly of a dying dandelion,
seeds plucked out and blown,
wished upon and then forgotten.
there was never a moment that the clouds didn’t move
take shape in cotton white
and tell me i was beautiful.
you made everything.
at least i said you did.
you built me a home of confidence in my body
and i built you into a god that the world would tear down
there’s a reason you told me not to praise you
as the creator of all things peaceful
but i let it get to my head,
then killed you,
and became that god instead.