The Culprit

Her self control combusts into flames.
Her mind withers to an unreachable corner.
Her morals are teared down by relentless waves
And her body is infested with insatiable leeches.

So what is she supposed to do when her only fortification crumbles
And her pawns become the spwans
and her cry for help is a mere whisper of defeat.

What she does is
She accepts the cage of solitude,
She conforms to the savage desires,
She feeds the life-sucking leeches.

And now, the divide is no longer between her and them.
It’s between her and her.
Because at the root of the split,
lies the culprit from the very beginning.


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