8th Grade, 2nd Place
by Amaya Conner,
KIPP STRIVE Academy
Alexithymia
One with no concept of emotions and has difficulty expressing or describing them
At least that’s what they say it is
They lied
I know they lied
I know they lied because I can perfectly describe how it felt
I can perfectly describe how it started
The stalking.
The watching.
The constant satisfaction and secrets.
I know how it felt when the colors mixed together
Red.
Maroon.
Black.
All together making an intoxicating sinful pallet
A pallet bonded by their screams and desolate eyes
They lied.
I know they lied
I know they lied because I remember how I felt
I remember how it felt to touch the crimson soaked clothes
I remember how the satisfaction took over me as their body grew lifeless under hidden shackles.
I remember the constant begging and pleading to “please just let me go”
The desperate need to bargain as “I swear I won’t tell”
I remember one of my favorite parts;
The fear taking over their faces as a chuckle and a simple word left my mouth
No.
I did it again
And again
And again
All for that intoxicating pallet
Of Red
Marron
And black
Desolate eyes
lifeless bodies tied to dark shackles
And the sinful satisfaction
Alexithymia
A lie
Because I loved it
