Twisted webs they weave
That strangle my beauty
Tightening around and scratching away the image others see
Ripping the facade that clothed me
Now my ugliness is bare
Naked are my mutilations
My aggressors' eyes burn with white hot hatred
Detesting me for what they see in themselves
My brokenness is disgusting
While their high horse wears my blood
They slaughtered my sense of self and led me to obscurity
In that void I suffocated, it devoured me
They showed me light, not for my liberation
But to feed their own distortion
To degrade me further
They illuminated the monster they created
Then lusted for the blood of the creature I became
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Wow, so much to grab hold of here. Great word choices and language use, I felt every word. "Ripping the facade that clothed me"...so good and so relatable.
I really appreciate your feedback. This is probably my favorite work of my own so far. I am very proud of this piece. Thank you for the comment.
The best feeling when you put something out there and it makes you feel good, that's the good stuff.
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I think for some, they detest most what they see reflected of themselves in others. Powerful write with plenty of visceral images. Great job!
Thank you. I love that you use the word visceral. You humble me. Thank You.
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