My soul was hard for you to hold.
Too hard.
Too heavy,
uncomfortable,
not made for likes.
You dumped it,
wiped your hands,
and turned your back
to step on simpler, cleaner path.
I patched up yet another crack,
filed off corners, edges,
sharp.
Painted over its true colours.
Polished.
Hid it deep,
tightly in a pretty wrap,
and offered it to you.
Once more.
Rapaciously, you grabbed it,
showed off to the world
with words of praise.
And there we were
side by side—
a crumbling liar,
in shiny shell.
And a shallow, greedy dirtbag
in love with hollow lies,
putting on a show,
in stolen Temu rags.
About the Creator
Cristal S.
I’ve noticed when I follow the path I enjoy most, I often end up swimming upstream. So here I am, right in the middle of it – writing about it all and more. ♡
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Comments (4)
Oooo, rapacious is a new word for me. As if Temu rags aren't bad enough, they gotta be stolen ones. But that shows the depth of how bad it was. You were so brilliant with that!
Your line breaks and pacing work beautifully with the emotion. Love this!
I love how you set this up Cristal—confrontational and dark then deceptive. Then finally humorous with the “stolen Temu rags.” Great work!!!
Ouch. This was intense. Like a whirlwind. As I imagine it must feel being in that situation. Beautifully honestly expressed Cristal.