Trinket


Blonde hair, blue eyes,
a stare full of the night sky.
She leveled the game,
with her mindless, blind find.
Empty and choked,
she fought until she croaked.
But her little, kind soul,
could not quite reach its goal.
The narcissist's path will surely not last.
But obsessed with its wrath,
she buried her past.
She put herself on the shelf,
gave up on her health.
Confused by those around her,
enthused by those that mind her,
she could not help but be the grave
for their bloody cannon fodder.

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