Day: Aug 25, 2022

My pseudonyms, they ravish me,

They seize my last lifeline.

These mirrors are fleeting fantasies,

But hate lasts for a lifetime.

Pain treats me like its puppet,

It slams me awake,

And if I ever dared to cut it,

It would grant me a stake.

No, I do not fear the doom,

I only fear exposure.

My love is an empty room,

It seeks out rugged closure.

But what if words mattered?

Were mine even true?

My past is pale and battered,

And tomorrow tastes blue.

-Jackie