Triquain

Distorted

Lackluster
She was forgettable
Not grotesque just unremarkable
And there beneath that cloak of mediocrity
Where she stood gratefully unnoticed
Sheltered from scrutiny
She prospered

Hypnotic
He was memorable
His arresting presence notable
And there basking in the fervor of the spotlight
Where he stood confidently at ease
Treasured by the masses
He saw her

Revelry
From her new-found station
She indulged in their adoration
Until she noticed her reflection in his eyes
Once familiar but now distorted
Her identity lost
Claimed by his

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Façade

Reflection

Of perfection, a lie

A trick to mimic the distant sky

A simple touch revealed all that you have concealed

Murky your aura, a soul unlit

Underneath you are a

Counterfeit

In an Alternate Universe…

Just to give you a little back story, last summer my home was robbed in the middle of the night by two men while my family and I slept. They literally stole everything of value from the main floor of my house. The culprits, dangerous men as it turns out, have since been apprehended. However, the judicial phase has been long and frustrating. Trial for the 2nd defendant, a master of stall tactics, won’t even begin until around the 1 year anniversary of the home invasion. I’ve always wanted to be a superhero, living by my own set of rules in an alternate universe somewhere. We wouldn’t have been forced to spend so much time wading through piles of verbal excrement if I was…

Parasite,
Con man, thief, perjurer,
You revel in your duties as a
Depraved sycophant of the diabolical.
You can’t hide beneath this cloak of lies.
My Lasso of Truth will
Expose you!

Oh, and yes, that is me in the above picture.