She has a tendency to indulge in tears
in fading darkness
claiming it to be a fetish of sorts
but in reality it is the aftermath of her mind
being so creatively cruel in dreams…
She’s always something short of whore in those…
A vigilante turned concentration camp refugee
parading around wearing scars and a Jewish star
marking up her thighs for their entertainment
only…
or
she’s the photograph in a broken frame
edges torched by some mock-arsonist
kid
with an obsession for being ever so good
(he’s a self-made martyr I’m sure
matching Jesus soul for soul)…
She’s the ending of a story
where the characters never lived
happily-ever-after
and the prince raped the little princess who died a horribly tragic death
at the most inopportune of times…
(just before his climax.)
She’s proof that everything stays exactly the same
just as they were meant…
A constant source of
isolation
fear
and a touch of insanity…
She’s always been misguided… |
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