The serpents haunting the sea

Had dragged her by her limbs

Flesh eaten to the bone,

There wasn’t a single trace of who she was.

Legend goes;

Her words were too bold,

Her profundity had awakened parts of the world,

Most wanted to keep deceased

The self loathing was the peak of my downfall,

My ghastly screams heard on a never ending loop,

head hung in shame,

Running away was my only choice.

The exile was the worst of it,

With daggers in my spine,

Hunters on my trail,

Rotting was my solution.

The poisons were my water,

And letters of fragmentary virtues,

were as good as scripture.

She had been told from a young age

There were two options;

Stand true,

Let authenticity run from your veins,

Speak from your lips,

and watch as you get ripped apart

Mercilessly, by the tricks and lies

The brutalities and traps.

They will come with conscious selfishness,

in the name of righteousness

And

you’ll sink to the bottom

To never be found again.

Or dim yourself.

Bend to the ways of the world,

Let virtue be a boost of ego

Dye your hair,

Draw your eyes and face to

fit the boxes they want you to be in,

Live in any world but yours.

Become friends with the cruelest,

in time horrible things,

Will become the norm,

But life will be easier.

I was always told to stay dim.

Begged to do so,

At that young age,

To save me from my own ghastly screams

That are engraved in the walls

Witness to the consequence

Of my choice.

To be true is beautiful,

Only the best pieces of life come from

Being unafraid to bend to anything,

a lesson flourishing as the days go.

Content with the misunderstood enigma

To follow.

The serpents haunting the sea

Had dragged her by her limbs

and her last words were;

Allow the hunters to do as they wish,

For the power I breed will always,

Intrinsically be,

In life and death,

unmatched.

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