apocrypha

release me from plato’s cave
for seeking love from shadows
for believing in salvation
when I have no trust in god
when hope is a four letter word
love is a fairytale
and barbie’s dream home
only works on television
ken is gay and steals my clothes
looks better in a dress than I do
why bother shaving my legs
when the face of a troll
appears in my mirror
daring me to fling
my ancient broomstick
on the embers of my youth
this halloween when
gods become monsters
I’ll come as myself

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