There must have been some mistake… I am not who you think I am.

Was it the scent of lilac roses that gave me away? The smell of one crashing to earth at the speed of light; burning my wings away, tearing my skin apart as I fall from grace. The lights went out, a change took place and I am no longer who I was before.

How did you get the impression that I was sugar kept in a porcelain jar; niceness and kindness and all things diabetically sweet? Would you eat my flesh if I showed you the way? Would you speak my name in the dark hours of your need? Would you love me like no other and betray me like all the others?

The beast was here all along…


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