I was sold a dream, a fantasy, an illusion.
A trick, painted to look pretty.
A seductive pull away from reality.
But
slowly
my eyes began to open.
I wore the dresses, put on the tiara, yet blood would always drip down my legs. stain my skirts, expose my hurt, my human thirst.
I…
Ignored the fact,
I tried as hard as I could to silence the unrelenting wilderness inside of me…
But alas
I cannot be the obedient one.
I cannot dissolve myself into any other.
I can never relinquish my devotion to myself.
Everything must die to live.
But not everything must chop off its truth in exchange for what never fills.
I do not need to be seen and understood for what I truly am.
My purpose is not to be perceived.
I Am The Dark Maid In The Huluppu Tree
Will you demonize or learn from me?
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