Why can’t you be more like Narcissus? With a pretty face to better hide your pettiness. Inspiring the love of nymphs and the worship you so desperately feed on. Instead you rent bodies and throw cash around to paper over their disgust. Echo would have been one of your favored brides. Only able to repeat the vile things spilling from your mouth. Why can’t you be more like Narcissus? Waste away staring at your reflection. Leave a hole we might fill in with peace. Instead, we the lake are forced to reflect your ugliness. Oh. I see. If you were Narcissus, bloated fish would float in putrescence. The better to reflect your ugliness. Rotten deer carcasses, vultures draped like death shrouds, would decorate the shore. Your poisonous flower, orange and indigestible. Their last and desperate meal.
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A/N: Regarding the picture, I tried to use AI. It created this really weird, rather disturbing image. And yet, I still used it.
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Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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