Self-perception
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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
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