Make Me Your Villain
And there it was, the monster they’ve been trying to catch all along. I know it’s face. It has stared back at me in every mirror, pond and puddle. As I removed the knife, I felt the sting of their eyes upon me. Darkness exuded out of my body. It was me. For a spare moment of twisted time I wished I was dreaming. Yet all of it was for not. My hero’s journey turned cold. I wasn’t the handsome prince who was destined to save the village. I was the nightmare sent to destroy it.
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Jessica Taylor
I write what my soul whispers to me.
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