Self-perception

Learn more about other poetry terms

Perhaps for her, to be eternally chained in a dungeon would be better. She would know her place, and need not question her future. As his kajira, the object of his dreams she would be.
Alarm rings; It’s time to wake up. I view myself in the mirror. Why can’t I look better?   My head is a war zone.
My voice Is something which my ears fail to define When it kisses the air, it splinters Into exactly 2 billion and 3 question marks Hooking round my pores and Peppering my flesh with pock-marks of stray
I Am Me
Our connection to the server has been detected. Our minds reflect and only dreams will thrive with their foot up off our necks and it wrenching hearts wrenching for me to see
Subscribe to Self-perception