relapse.

the wonder in every part of life shown so evident, then.
sunrises and the human body held such a subtle beauty,
and in my awe, i could not remember why tears existed,
save to cleanse the eyes, gracing one with glorious sight.
life had at once become tangible and desired, with you in submission,
but with a vengeful understanding, you returned to your niche,
knowing how well this beauteous world was undeserved by me.
like a master of shadow, you crept upon me, and fed,
with melodious thoughts flowing slow and easy to disregard,
but you travailed meticulously, placing them in utterly apt timing,
perceiving my weakest moments as crucial to ruin.
alas, i held my tongue, hoping i was stronger than your intent,
but regression, so they say, is inevitable, in good time.
with merciless reprisal, you buried your way into my mind,
on late nights, as i slept, feeding my dreams with monsters of yore.
and as i went about wonted life, each thought rang lucidly familiar;
"no, no. not good enough, at all. dear, you do wish to be the best little girl, eh?"
and i do, i do. oh, thank you, kind stranger. will you help me?
and in one simple request:
i began falling down the rabbit hole, with you at my side.

Author's Note

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