Imposter
It's just a fake it til you make it world.
I am both beauty and beast in my tale.
Trapped behind stone walls built by
Curses I put on myself.
Hidden away or locked up
Depends on which you want
Beauty is captive
Beast the collector
Captivated and cultivated
Mirrors shatter an impostors reflection
When what I see isn’t what I know
Bring the curator,
the description doesn’t match the image shown
Beauty doesn’t always fall for beast
Beauty falls for beauty.
The impossible lie that whispers from
The crevices of the beasts cage.
Until neither knows the other
The mirrors long broken
Their truths and lies lay scattered on floors
About the Creator
Audrey Larkin
I'm a young arts professional who is finally sharing some of the poetry and prose I've written while working through grief and self reflection. Sometimes poetry is the easiest form to translate neurodivergent nuances. Why not use it?
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