By the end of it
She had no preferences
No choices or tastes
Left to her by he who ruled
Nightmare she’d walked right into…
His chain of linked lies
Had once sounded credulous
When she believed in
Romantic songs, fairy myths
Before years replete with tears…
Now nothing was left
Tears, dried water spots on glass
Time and miles mingling
Blurred, yet sharp-shard memories
Fake-gem fragments…not diamonds
©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.
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