Lies, oh, how carnivorous you are to paint me red, soaked the azure in my wounds, undulate the burgundy, debauch me with stories wilting before me. People, their eyes are hollow; they never asked the bad guy for evidence.
Lies are the sly and seductive sirens of the sea of truth, beckoning us with their alluring whispers and captivating charm; the chameleons of language, adapting their colors and shapes to blend seamlessly into their surroundings.
My voice, it was truculent. A quivering war cry expands in my trachea as I cannot hold this pressure in my chest anymore, as if I want to explode as a supernova, spewing light sprinkles of remnant stars I cannot reach with my eyes, similar to the girls in my town and their shimmering constellation, their collective radiance lighting up the social cosmos around them, it's sad that you burnt all of them down.
Oh, dear, what did I do to you for making me your prey? Vulnerable, yes, I was; like the foxes absconding deep into the forest, stripped of all armor and protection. If only you could tell the difference between the other roses and mine, i'd only prick you once you step on me.
©sarah_
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