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My Specter
A specter sits inside my ribcage, gnawing at the bone; a creature born of my own blood, that claims my soul its own. It wears my eyes, it steals my voice, it inhales the air I breathe, and plants a thousand barbed hooks beneath the skin I weave. I am the one who crafts their harm into a beautiful noose, the tyrant and the prisoner, who refuses to let loose. I sharpen blades on broken dreams and press them to my wrist, a willing victim to a wrath, that this torture shall forever exist. In mirrors, something hollow gleams behind the mirrored lens, a shape that knows my every fault, my sins, my secrets, amends. It whispers venom through the dark, a slow and sickly drip, and laughs as I swallow every droplet from its lip. I dig my nails into my palms until the crimson flows, addicted to the quiet thrill of harvesting my woes. I tear apart my beating heart to feed the shadow’s appetite, and stitch the wounds with rusted thread before the morning light. Their malice planted all the seeds, but I delight in the decay; this silent, self-inflicted siege, that passes time away. I am the venom, the vein, the fever and the frost, a sovereign of a ruined realm where I am all that is lost...
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