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Miss Taken
I open my eyes and all I see is a concrete floor.
Decorated with every face from my past and unfamiliar faces of my soon to be extinct future.
Cutting through the wind like an airborne virus is my mission.
As I command that sky to gremis in pain,
My body divides exponentially,
Until every set of on-looked eyes,
Has a matching set to communicate with.
The want to abort intrigues me,
But I have a lesson to teach.
I am conscious, but not sorry about my past.
I cared too much, but yet and still it never lasts.
How cruel a punishment is this?
Has that much been done in the past to have me suffer like this a split second before I pass?
There are dozens of eyes affixed of me,
All of them anxiously waiting, overly excited, yielding off needed blinks.
Afraid of missing my premature journey home.
At some point satisfaction was guaranteed, and given.
If this travesty does take place,
Do you know not that I am safe?
At every regretted decision I’ve made amends.
Surprised?
Be surprised at this…..
“All you onlookers have had it in for me since the day I left. And now it seems as if satisfaction is the next calendar day. Wrong. Although, in my last blaze of glory, I shall give each of you what you’ve either heard about, dreamt about, or missed. I will open up my heart and spill my soul. I shall disclose to you every thought in my head. I am preparing to show you the true inner me. No more mysterious eyes. I am about to come face to face with each of you..so close that you have no choice but to see things from my point of view. Are you ready? But most of all, I shall dowce you with all that has inspired me, flooded me, overwhelmed me, abled me. Everything that is you shall be forever tainted, tinted red. And in the end, I shall be dead, and you shall be forever labeled….Deadly Miss Taken.”
Miss Taken
