Twisted Webs


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

  • Author: Moonflower15 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 7th, 2017 02:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • jonnyc1

    Wow, so much to grab hold of here. Great word choices and language use, I felt every word. "Ripping the facade that clothed me" good and so relatable.

    • Moonflower15

      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.

      • jonnyc1

        The best feeling when you put something out there and it makes you feel good, that's the good stuff.

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      • Heather T

        I think for some, they detest most what they see reflected of themselves in others. Powerful write with plenty of visceral images. Great job!

        • Moonflower15

          Thank you. I love that you use the word visceral. You humble me. Thank You.

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