2024 Poetry Winner: "Confine" by Aidia Kite

 
 

Confine

 
 
 
 
 

Transcription:

 
 

Confine my soul within this space Until nothing is left of me or you or I Until this is but a small fragment of who I was, who I am who I will be This is all I will ever know and I am fine with this

 
 
 

Confine my soul within this space Until nothing is left of me or you or I Until this is but a small fragment of who I was, who I am who I will be This is all I will ever know and I am fine with this

 
 
 
Confine my soul                                   Until
nothing is left
     a	       fragment of who
			  I will ever know
		            What would come of
matter			There is no
        change
	Fractured broken pieces of
			clarity
		  This space that only I know
 
 
 
I am
othing
ything
ho I never
be… A frail
that I wanted,
ed to be. The end
is… a cumulation of
ed space. I could have
But I am just simply… me.
 
 
 
	W			T		
	h			h		
	a		T	e		
	t		h	y	T	
		T	e		h	Y
Y	y	h	y	d	a	o
o	o	e		o	t	u
u	u	y	a	,		
			l		y	a
c	a	w	w	t	o	r
a	r	i	a	h	u	e
n	e	l	y	e		
n		l	s	y	a	t
o	t				r	h
t	r	f	d	w	e	e
	y	i	o	i		
r	i	n	.	l	n	f
u	n	d	.	l	o	o
n	g		.		t	o
		y		t	h	l
f	t	o	a	e	i	.
r	o	u	n	l	n	
o		,	d	l	g	
m	h					
	i		w	y		
	d		h	o		
	e		e	u		
	.		n
 
 
 

Confine my soul within this space Until noth ing is left of me or you or I Until this is but a small fragment of who I was, who I am who I will be This is all I will ever know and I am fine with this For what would come of me if there was anything else And What would it matter if there were There is no means or need for change here It’s safe Here I am Safe here My Fractured broken pieces of myself are Comforting because I have no need to see myself in full Such clarity is wasted on me On you And with This space that only I know filled with only a fraction of my being I will comfortably identify every shard of myself Until I fragment

 
 
 

confine me please, I’m begging to not be seen wanting nothing more than to disappear.

 
 
 
confine
me please, I’m
begging to not be seen
wanting nothing more than
to disappear. To let go of this cor
poral form and become ethereal mist coa
ting that sweet expanse of nothing. The spaces
in-between the letters, the wide nothingness of atoms
—for we are built of inherently nothing... mere spaces
somehow create the whole. How is it that these particles
of emptiness somehow make solid, tangible figures
and what is tangible, really? If not sensations dot
ting our brains, electricity circuiting along lines,
somehow translating mere chemicals into
something far greater than we can
realistically comprehend
Yet it is all a mere
Fragment
 
 
 
I am
nothing
everythin
I am who I
want to be…
image of all that
all that I needed to
of all my dreams… a 
black, empty, unused sp
been so much more… But I
 
 
 
I’m begging to           be seen 
                                         To disappear. To
                                         become ethereal
mere 
	       particles
				tangible
				   electricity
			           translating
   				
  a
           		Fragment
 
 
 
		I																						
B		t																						
u		s																						
t																								
		d																						
t		r																						
h	O	o				N																		
e	n	n	H			o																		
	e	i	a	H		w	F																	
t	s	n	s	a			o	N											E					
e		g		s		I	r	o											v					
m	I	,	c																e					
p			a	l		m	w	l									I		n		A			
e	c	m	p	e	W	u	h	o													n			
s	a	o	t	f	h	s	o	n									m	A	i		d			
t	n	a	u	t	o	t		g									u	n	f					
	n	n	r		l		I	e	F	R	A	G	M	E	N	T	s	d			N			I
h	o	i	e	m	e	f		r									t		m	M	o			
a	t	n	d	e		a	t											s	y	y	t		I	h
d		g				c	r	c									l	e			h			a
	a	,	m	h		e	u	a									o	e	h	u	i	R	M	v
o	d		y	e			l	n									o	:	e	n	n	i	u	e
t	m	g		r		m	y										k		a	e	g	g	s	
h	i	r	s	e		y		I										M	d	v		h	t	n
e	t	o	o	,		s	a										i	y		e	l	t		o
r		a	u	 		e	m										n	s	i	n	o		L	
		n	l	 		l												e	s		o		o	c
p		i		 		f											t	l		f	k		o	h
l		n		 													h	f	s	r	s		k	o
a		g		 													e	:	l	a			.	i
n																			i	m	q			c
s		c															m	M	d	e	u			e
		r															i	e	i	,	i			.
		y															r	:	n		t			
																	r		g		e			
																	o							
																	r		d					
																			o					
																			w					
																			n
 
 

Aidia Kite (all/any) is currently working towards their B.A. in English/Creative Writing at Kansas State University. They have a particular love for science fiction and fantasy, and you can often find them neck-deep in world-building as a result. They have two cats, named Doodle and Smudge, who both help them write and keep them from writing—Smudge particularly being known for shutting off computers midway through work! Beyond writing, Aidia loves to draw, read, and play video games, with their love of art in particular melding with their writing to form their most beloved form of literature—comics.

 
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