Split Personality Parade Vanessa Willette I am not you, or you, or me or us or them. I am something new, a desired complication. Likable frustration. Caution. Uncaring hands hold and mold this soul; I must be better than the cards dealt to me. Foundation cracks, granite grey splinters; House holds firm, new coat of paint. I am not me, I am now more. Stronger. Multifaceted prism contraption, twinkling destruction. A bloom of roses, blood red in their thorny, dripping rage, agonizing terrorizer. Sea spray sparkles, warm summer day, sandy souls, spiritual refresher. I am not me, I am we. A face for every occasion, an arsenal of characters. No choice will be given, for we are the choosers. Elemental Goddess, dipped in despair, bound by wisps of starlight. Welcome! Oh, wide-eyed newcomer to the Split Personality Parade! View with anxious delight the spectacle within. Embrace us, as we embrace ourselves in the ripples of our imperfections. See us for who we are, not a single star but the Milky Way in a bottle. Let our glitter-fall of emotions ravish your malleable mind, play your harpsichord heart, and leave you gratefully destroyed. You will love us.
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