The Girl who told the Truth

Dear Antagonist,

In a regular story, the villain

is plainly,

obviously,

evil.

There was no doubt.

However, while reading my own story, you had me for a fool.

Your snake body had not shed its skin yet

And all I could see was your rainbow scales.

A moment

thin

like paper

The same amount of time it takes for your life to flash before your eyes

In a head-on collision

I was not

good 

smart

funny

pretty

enough

I was not enough

Twisted games you would play

Innocence as a facade to torment

No hero would dare step forward

For you had befriended

them

all.

The girl who told the truth was the girl who cried wolf

But there was no wolf

Only a boy

with a perverted obsession

And the charm to rule them all

So I hid

down in the lonely abyss.

Seclusion was your only weakness.

The village did not cheer

For this dragon had not been slain by a great sword

Instead life went on

quietly

As if there had been no dragon at all.

But I will always remember

your demon days

Love,

The Girl who told the Truth

 

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