on subterfuge

The magician arrived, sat in my lap, my white knight playmate.

The alchemist sat cleaning my feet and I asked for healing.

My justice in exchange for the king.

Hoodwinked.

My sexuality manifest in the asset of womb.

Aroused.  Liberated.  Purchased.  Anchored.

~ Thoughts

Self-reflection a mirroring loop.  Put on makeup to cover the blemishes.  Wash your face and the pimple, still there.  The freckles.  Mutilation required to remove.

Face life, bare.

Subterfuge everywhere.  Except the snowy mountaintop.

Moving forward, back…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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