Searching with half-sight for my dignity, dropped somewhere at his feet. Ashamed hands, angry at the heart, finger fine fabrics and precious pillows. Between these cushions, not a crumb of truth to save me.

All of my magick, all of my colors, all of my freedom was a beautiful distraction. In the end, don't we all have our real lives to tend? I can arch and sing song of giant female empowered. I can think galaxies onto chart. I can forgive with the genuine depth of chosen innocence, you'd think I'd never been wronged. Never been raked. Never been medicated. I can forgive with the blind stupidity of the inexperienced child. But instead, I will forgive with the woman's used heart. He used it. I used it. I intend on using it again.

Twist the knob and not the knife. Just turn, turn as if forgetting. Make not one noise, hold not one memory of ever having touched me. Cross the carpet with silent, undoing steps, pausing only in the side of the room where minds can be read and lies lose definition.

Until then, keep walking. Let me be.

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