My only wish (juxtaposition poem part 1)

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The Labyrinth 


I can only see

fragments of the reflection of who I aspired to be.

I can only remember glimmers of light

and regret.

I can only hear,

my soundless screams,

and the chuckles of the dolls sewn together with the fibers of my being

and the patches of my skin:

to be those who accompany me and erase my loneliness.

I can only feel the tears of blood running down my face,

staining my bones and my dress,

and the locks bound to my writs:

leading me to the guillotine of fate

that will slice off my despair filled head.

I can only taste,

the bitter saltiness of my blood stained tears,

erasing all familiarity of the different meals I craved and loathed

throughout my uncertain life.

All because I wished to save her.

And now I'm here,

in this godforsaken labyrinth

of despair.



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