Enjoy the party!
I join the crowd,
everyone is lively now.
What mask do they wear?
Do they even care?
.
A mask here,
a mask there,
a mask everywhere!
This one doesn't hide —
how rare.
.
I join the dance, mingle and giggle,
I mirror the rhythm, and bend just a little.
.
I watch the performers,
polished and pretty—
who lives in vanity,
and who walks free?
.
Everything's staged,
faces remade,
life just a lyric
we're forced to serenade.
.
I search the room,
and wait for Jezebel to croon.
To carry the curse of this glittering tune —
for I am the one she cannot consume.
.
I feel disconnected,
while everyone sways,
I cannot decipher my role in this play.
.
I not damned
my mother has slain
any connection she and I had made.
.
Now, you shall read about the damage she had done,
the bridges burned,
she cannot recover what she made bleed.
I can now breathe!
.
she no longer feeds!
Or beholds the damage she dared to seed.
.
Enjoy my stories as I dance and play,
while laughter like lanterns drifts into day.
I twirl through the party,
bright echoes in bloom,
then slip back in silence to my old rooms.
.
I peer past the rainbow's shimmering tone,
to the old faithful garden my mother once owned.
.
But the water is toxic —
thick, metallic, and sweet,
a glittering heist that poisons your feet.
.
Whoever steps over will shiver and see —
my mother's no quitter; she planted the seed:
The body of a runner,
a mermaid of the sea.
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Her roses grin,
they hold a venomous grace,
petals are curled tight like a sinner's face.
The soil is infected, the roots intercede —
corruption blooms from the gardener who feeds.
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It's such a tragedy,
This is what my mother did to me,
I am the shell of the woman I used to be
and cannot find myself, I am lost at sea.
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This story is where I rebirth,
fire burns and restores murdered hope,
and strengthens its course.
I am here to learn.
.
From this merciless sea,
and the poisoned garden, I weep.
In a poisoned Earth, and strained sinew,
I will be reborn, limbs new.