Cursed is she,
who gets caught preening her feathers
in the sultry light of the blue moon.

Her alter-ego, Narcissus, takes
her form and exploits - feeding the
hungry demon inside, whose appetite is
insatiable.

He leaves her a hollow shell.
A shadow of her intentions,
bargained and stolen for the
perversions of subhuman culture.

Reality is harsh. It pays her
no respect. She is dust and her soul;
penniless.

08/22/2007

Author's Note: I don't know if I like this yet. I think there is more I need to say.

Posted on 08/22/2007
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