severed your skin
ripped the heart out from your chest
your old you
despised
crushed by cruel
judgements
until a darkness grew
within
a darkness that bred
as quick as fire,
a Targaryen child
devouring your old muscles
like oxygen
the absence of light
is but
a cocoon,
made from the pain
they rendered you,
elementary in the
metamorphosis
as the pupils dilate
and the neck grows,
and the skin turns into black leather
hands become claws
teeth, sharp daggers
savagery awakens
and the mirror no longer
shows
a reflection
perhaps a shadow
a strange resemblance
to a remote carcass
but the beast is new
their acts succeeded
they planted
a monster
in you
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