Ellipsis

By JANAEA GREY

Janaea Grey takes you by the hand to explore the past two and a half years of her life. Written after her world fell apart, Ellipsis examines her heart and her grief. She speaks about religious trauma, emotional abuse, self hatred, and losing the love of her life because of her loose ends. Janaea shares her struggle with self love as she fights an uphill battle. Join her in her past to understand her present while she writes her future. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: JANAEA GREY
• Release date: Dec 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223216896

JANAEA GREY

Janaea Grey is a novelist who specializes in poetry. She earned a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from Full Sail University. Janaea was published in silent spark press digital magazine for Stunning Poetry. She has worked as a freelance writer on Fivver and Upwork with multiple different clients in many spaces for the last four years. Janaea has been writing since she was old enough to hold a pencil. Instagram: TheJaneaGrey/ JanaeaWrites

Book preview

MONSTERS

The Minotaur was born of betrayal, of blood, bone

and incomplete

sacrifices.

Half human, half bull

Yet, the world would only know him as charge.

It would only accept him as red flags waving,

Nostrils flaring, gnashing teeth, and murderous glare

The Minotaur is perceived solely as a Monster.

Yet, nobody ever asked how he felt about that.

No one ever cared to hold him, but if you tried

he would probably use your bones as toothpicks

to dislodge your flesh

He was bull-headed and ravenous

Eventually, when the carnage collected caskets,

They locked him in a maze meant

to keep a beast

He never asked to be born, yet bore the scorn of a disgraced father,

a brainwashed mother

His sharp fangs and claws,

his horrific appearance born of woman

and bull

the punishment for a foolish king

by a cruel god

only eating what he knew

only doing what he was taught

Yet the world made him a monster,

Without offering him a better fate,

I am the Minotaur.

My triggers, 32 pairs of razor-sharp teeth

My heart, a red flag

My pain, a bellow to charge,

My mind, a Labyrinth to which I am confined

after murdering for sustenance and survival

After being given no other options and-

knowing no better

The people have made a monster of me.

a thing born and punished for doing so

a thing cruel and cold

and no one ever asks how you became a monster

They just run for their lives

From your claws

Even if they are outstretched-

begging for