Repressed?


Beneath the clean-cut reality of human perception,
There's a figure of social pariah
Spiraling into a trench of forgotten lure.

Beneath, beneath she went...

Upon arriving at a complicated sight-under, yet as well above her feet-
She took a bite of the unseen, but fantasized destination.
Through a wall it let her pass,
So she may meet identical forms with two similar personalities.

Further and further in.

As she saw the hot liquid of hallucination hurdling toward her,
She saw the demented insanity that produced the inviting motion.

She felt the aura of a less, but still frazzled mind gone mad.
Looking down the long distance of the cob-webbed arrangement,
She spied the eclectic charm of a long past memory,
Adorned in his ultimately favored work.

As their peering vessels gravitated toward one another,
A single rivulet descended onto the spool of a once passionate mind.

Stay she did, memory pushed to the forefront of her mind.

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