UntitledA Poem by MollyMy alter ego looks a lot like me. That’s because I ate her. I did it out of pity, and because I couldn’t stand her ignorance. Poor girl knew nothing, Except how to make pancakes, And how to grow roses, And how to hide in the closet when her mother screamed. So when I found her chasing shadows at the edge of a fire-lit cave, I lured her to come out; She came as easily as Red Riding Hood to the Wolf. Her long blonde curls turned darker and darker, And then fell off. I opened a book and gave it to her, She wept when she saw the words. Her tears were like acid, They rolled down her face and burnt it, She shrieked, and cried even more, And the tears enveloped her body, Until she was golden brown. I picked her apart, Devoured the pieces I liked, And tossed the rest to the wolves. When I look in the mirror I see those pieces of her staring out at me, But I’m never sure whether she was ever real, Maybe I dreamed her into existence, Or maybe she dreamed me. © 2010 MollyAuthor's Note
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