A shield of gloss has replaced my face,
A rusty smell is embedded in my skin,
And
misery is blinded by teeth,
A once steady hand slays forgotten
memories,
Regret is swirling in gray steam above the trees,
My nose
is tickled by the monster's claws,
My veins are tangled and braided by an
exercised grip,
Sanity runs in fear, disguised as a small girl,
But I
like it,
It is wrapped in golden armor like a
gift,
But this gift doesn't have a bow,
Is she
hiding?
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