[TW] Rape of The Gemini
My twin bellowed and bought my flower
Swallowed in discomfort and bucked
My likeness tortures at all hours
Every mirror, glass, and metal
Reminds me of that jet-black polished chrome, boiling, kettle night
Steep slopes, forcefully groped
Crescendo deafening most
He conquered, he didn't seem bothered by the bruises and scars he left
Submit! Don’t resist!
Warm foggy mirrors make fits
I see myself in that little kid
I bit, and clawed, and kicked
But his thumping, never stumping his own wit, like a hawk he preys on the far
Most face strangers, I face myself
Now I put my face on the shelf
Groping plastic eyes expose
Shone white light in the dark, ghost-white room, blinding
Widening my binding lavender hymn
Gasping, falling, failing, slipping, begging
Mother sweetly sang hushed lullabies
Mother silently sings deafening cries
Cruel surreal gemini kills innocence
Like a warm soft breeze against cotton dreams
I escape, melt into precious slumber
He continues
I am used
Amused, he passes, blinding masses chuckle
He fixes his flaccid buckle
The waxing evil fell upon me, never to be undone
Like the burning desert sun
Yin to my yang betrays, flowered fun
Eros shot his old, yellowed, gun
The rainy day reaper comes for us all
Asmodeus' milk brings sour trickle down my chin
Mammon’s milk sweetly crumbles down my cheek
His grin is just like mine
I pray this is the last time
Pray tell, who is the enemy?
I am the face of the enemy.
Yarn of innocent yearning cut short
That blaze of burning smothered sort
Thwarted by the highest court of fools
I am the enemy.
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