the 33rd woman
| i have escaped
from your atrophied dreams. running away from the mask i wore for you. the irrefutable lies i spun in your clear blue eyes shut them to the outside. blinded you by my charm. buffeted by your breath i lived inside you outside of me. then, i neutered your feelings for reasons of living. till your love stood monster, barricading me in its amoebic shadow. suffocating me into your existence. i can’t answer your simple questions in my devious way. i have convinced myself to confuse your smiles with wiles. sickening interpretation of innocence. i’am building your stake, stoking the fire that you misunderstand and adorn me as a martyr. your lover. crucifying you for the world to watch. n’ in my victory i shall draw you bare. i used you cause you wanted to. now i need another canvas of virgin emotions but i cannot control the colours that hurt. |