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Nightmare Fairy tale

Temple of Scars, Throne of Wisdom

By KarayaNi TrismegistusPublished 7 months ago โ€ข 1 min read
Rebuild your kingdom from the ashes so you never forget

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I crowned a fool a king

He threw away his crown to the swine

Felt better to wallow in the filth of the broken past

Then rebuild a new kingdom on the ashes of the old

Gave up his riches for fool's gold

Now heโ€™s left bare, alone, a sad fool exposed

I gave him all of me and he left me with nothing

Just empty promises and jaded memories

Distorted by his sweet lies and brown eyes

I fed him black-eyed peas and I showed him I aim to please

He fed me unseasoned white rice and 10 infidelities

Using my vulnerability against me

Manipulating me with his bitter honesty

Stripping me of my peace, leaving me bare

Bleeding on the memories of our 15-year marriage

Didn't want to see my fairy tale as a nightwear in disguise

Filled with hunger, insecurities, and ghost in my bedroom

My love weaponized, left my heart hungry, homeless, and broken

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A queen let to the slaughter, my time he bartered

Expecting to endure all the atrocities committed in my temple

Boundaries crossed like battle lines drawn in the sand

My kingdom pillaged of my fairy tale, left burned and neglected

Craving for the peace that once was

This queen freely walked into the flames

So I could reclaim my crown and listen to the drum of my soul

And the rhythm of my growth

To build my kingdom on the ashes of the old.

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About the Creator

KarayaNi Trismegistus

I walk between worlds poet,priestess, & healer speaking in the tongues of water,fire, & wind.My voice carries the rhythm of ancestral drums,my breath the echoes of forgotten temples. I am the scribe of soulwork & the midwife of remembrance.

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