the space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
dedicated to MaddnessIsMyMedicinewho is a queen of poetry, a queen of typos, andalso an amazing friend.
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as a child she wore a crown of plastic and fake jewels head held high the world an insignificant speck at her tiny feet her dolls, they bowed faces grazing the ground in her mind she saw people in their place trembling in her wake
as a teenager she was untouchable full of quick smiles and evil lies laden with sunshine and violent hurricanes those who knew saw beauty those who didn't were scared her plan was now in motion her kingdom slowly taking root
as an adult she lived she loved she laughed never too much never for too long switching the mask she wore easily and effortlessly one mask of smiles and laughter and one of hatred and raw anger her kingdom had roots now she nurtured them growing them into young trees she bared fangs at those who opposed for you were either with or against her
as an old lady her bones no longer young but old and frail, weathered by age she stood at her kingdom now tall and strong the old plastic crown was discarded and in its place one of metals and jewels the dolls were a distant memory replaced by people at her feet a childhood dream became a vivid reality for as a child she knew her destiny and all her life she worked towards it now she sat upon her throne a queen in all her majesty
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