Transitions

How does it feel like
To be maimed by a silver mirror
Cut by the pearls you wore
Have your guts clawed out
Taste the iron in your blood in the morning
In the evening
In the morning again
Be spat at, sworn at, yelled at
Flattened, leaned on, bitten
Torn into two hundred and forty pieces
Sewn back together
Torn again
Preyed on
Eaten of
Drooled upon
Used as a pillow by some beastly incarnation

And then
How does it feel like
To be called a queen
A goddess
The one
And only
Undeserved
Placed on his pedestal
Unconditional love and
Oh my what a fool I was

And then
How does it feel like
To be the only light in the darkest night of my life?

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