Your unholy charade
ceases here,
as hunters become
haunted by fear.
She'll lend you
a cuppa poison,
bathe in your blood,
tear you apart like
a hungry wolf,
for Mother's love
never falters,
living ever after.
Balance.
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Eyes cut into mine,
swallowed 'em whole,
empty pockets of
abandoned armour
fighting to be
unbroken windows,
& now you're torn,
left alone to stitch
your own wounds,
& I became the legend
of a girl you knew.
225/226

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Listen for drips
at the edge
of my sanity
as roses
encroach,
bloody thorns
bearing down,
screaming
for my end
to approach.
Unbound
yet pained,
I draw ink
from what
I cannot
escape,
finding
beauty
in loving
myself,
seeing
another
way.
21 1&14

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