delux

glorion: the mechanics of this disorder:
{yes?]
your independence is freely neglected; shackles are all that can bind you. shackles are all that there is in the way of security here, either be strapped to the center of public eye or prepare to disappear amongst the beggers and the thieves.
you want to stop treatment. you don't like the medicine because it makes you feel better.
do your makeup, but don't wear nice clothes.
don't say you weren't warned...
{yes?]
the liar screamed across the table,
"I'VE TRICKED YOU" with no sound but the glare from her eyes.
there's nothing you can do now, she triumphed.
"i have raised the drawbridge and can live safely in my castle..."
no one likes to detect such purity from a little girl.
nor do they like to acknowledge the cushion of misery she sleeps upon nightly,
sweet head full of curls and stifled notions of falling up from this pit and into a rainbow.
who can tell?
soft allusions to bitter days, the bread was hot coming out of the oven.
scorched on the outside but raw in the middle, the temperature was simply too high.