You are not the Empress,
no.
Rather,
you destroyed their lives at conception.
You were built for escaping
and maddening journal entries.
There are choices
and there are no choices,
like jumping hurriedly from
the sixteenth floor.
Their masks, small, enchanting,
will haunt your dreams
always,
and you don’t have a choice
in that,
even if you cling to them.
Made my cry–territory known too well, expressed eloquently, poignantly. Thank you.
Thank you, and I’m sorry darling.
Oh, there needs to be a tarot card that is the feminine devouring force. We don’t have one. Loved the brush of sad in the last lines.
thank you, sweet woman. i love your comments.
oh my! what a brilliant thought! Tarot cards that ought to be…
I think you may have just woken my muse today, yeoldefoole! Love your name, too!