Cyclical

Poem

Generational fixations going ‘round and ‘round on a carousel, protection of the dynasty they created, an array of moonbeams reflecting off fake mirrors, plastic crown and jewels locked up with nuts and bolts - inescapable truths are easily erased - plastered smiles encrypt the icy maiden’s scheme

What could bring a woman of such status to be engulfed in brutal guilt? Found family stumbling into hastily dug tombs. A paradox of innocence, catacombs haunting a counterfeit priestess; her generational fixations only continuing ‘round the carousel of vengeance.

(Quick note that this is semi-based on one of my characters, so there is a possibility for some miscommunication/confusion. Sorry about that!) Feedback:

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Posted Jun 7, 2022, 7:11 PM UTC · edited

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