Pleas of Futility

I Was Erased

December 23, 2022 6:56pm - January 16, 2023 12:25pm

I was erased from my own memory today. Gone, like I never even existed in the first place. Erased and replaced by the smallest, simplest thing; a cup of salt. It was poured into my wounds and poisoned me from the inside out, leaving me with nothing but a burning feeling, whether intentional or not. As I sit here, writing and rewriting my words so that they sound pretty - so that they are worthy to be heard - I realize that this isn't the first time. This time, they rewrote me out of my own memory. One that I brought up, to begin with, that they wouldn't have even remembered if not for me.  ONE acts uninterested until making the exact same comment to TWO just a day later. Neither of them remembering the complaints we all left at how far of a walk it had been. Neither of them remembering that I was the one who grabbed said packets and container and helped open and pour them in. It wasn't the first time. Just the least discreet. I've been erased by my peers for longer than I originally cared to realize. I wasn't just erased... I am gone.