flee

You are not the Empress,

no.

Rather,

you destroyed their lives at conception.

You were built for escaping

and maddening journal entries.

There are choices

and there are no choices,

like jumping hurriedly from

the sixteenth floor.

Their masks, small, enchanting,

will haunt your dreams

always,

and you don’t have a choice

in that,

even if you cling to them.

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