Lilith in Pisces

a lamb
I am directed vigorously ,
I am lured to the slaughter
yet I ask no questions

the enigma that is my mind
perpetually manifesting freedom through oppression

the art in my beauty ,
and the beauty in art
perhaps, interchangeable
but at what cost must this come so easy?

the pain, exquisite
luxuriating within me
removing it? an easy fix
the instant release I have been robbed of
an internal comfort that burned warmer than the sun

a one-sided love
that falsely peddled me the gift of purity

perhaps then,

I am not pure

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