Bre Westry

"I am a 21 year old undergraduate student at St. Edward's University in Austin, Texas. I made the move to Austin by way of New Orleans after graduating high school. Growing up, I always sat at my parents' clunky old PC writing stories, visited the library every Saturday, and filmed videos with my friends doing ridiculous stunts. When I got to college, I spent my first two years as a biology pre-veterinary major. After taking a literature course titled "Literature and the Uncanny", my passion for English and the creative process overtook my passion to become a vet. I love to create! My goals are to one day film documentaries and write my own poetry book."

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​Instagram: @_chef_boyarbre_

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Thoughts While Drowning

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Last minute questions to ask while drowning.
Last minute considerations, time allowing.

Is this really how I end?
Will anyone miss me when I’m gone?
How much time did I misspend?
What goals should I have acted on?

Would my children have gone on to be successful?
Did I finally kick that smoking habit?
Were there inner demons I forgot to wrestle?
Why didn’t I put on that damn lifejacket?

Each thought pours into bubbles that float from my mouth
To break to the surface where they couldn’t hear me shout
Where they couldn’t see my head dip below the waves
Where I raised my arms high hoping the sea wouldn’t be my grave

But still I sank.
                    I sank.
                          I sank.

With no one but myself to thank
And no one but myself to talk to
When you’re dying what else is there to do?

Time no longer a possession
Thoughts reaching their final session
Last bubbles float to air I’ll never see again
Here is my forever in the depths and then
   

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Smoke + Mirrors
               Wᴉɹɹoɹs

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Fake.
My brain. I need a break.
Fake.
The time. Like rabbit. I’m late.
Fake.
My mouth. Words hidden. Padlocked.
Fake.
The pen. Trail off. Mind block.
Fake.
My pinky. Broken promise. Broken trust.
Fake.
My eye. Salty Tears. Turn to rust.
Fake.
My smile. Painted on. No art.
Fake.
My feelings. Cortisol numb. Fall apart.


Fake.
My feelings. Like you care. If I hurt.
Fake.
My smile. Make progress. Revert.
Fake.