she seems to float above her thrown,
with the lies cascading down
cradling her delicate hands,
resting them upon her blood soaken gown

they all stare, intrigued,
with her foreign beauty
and it rains upon them
over and over, and over again

she opens her mouth,
just wide enough
to hear nothing,
but her own breath

the right words dance upon her tounge
taunting, teasing,
her every insecurity
and the snickers bellow from the back of her mind

she wallows there,
in a state of mass confusion
picturing impossible images,
tracing the unique illusions

of the one she was supposed to be
the potential she should have had
the advice she should have taken
the lost girl who was never found
and in every mistake,
she drown

and her eyes swoon back and fourth
in the most complex manner
shes expected the light to be slightly more radient
but dawn turns to dusk,
and she is forgotten


 
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