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A Poem by Molly

My alter ego looks a lot like me.

That’s because I ate her.

I did it out of pity, and because I couldn’t stand her ignorance.

Poor girl knew nothing,

Except how to make pancakes,

And how to grow roses,

And how to hide in the closet when her mother screamed.

So when I found her chasing shadows at the edge of a fire-lit cave,

I lured her to come out;

She came as easily as Red Riding Hood to the Wolf.

Her long blonde curls turned darker and darker,

And then fell off.

I opened a book and gave it to her,

She wept when she saw the words.

Her tears were like acid,

They rolled down her face and burnt it,

She shrieked, and cried even more,

And the tears enveloped her body,

Until she was golden brown.

I picked her apart,

Devoured the pieces I liked,

And tossed the rest to the wolves.

When I look in the mirror I see those pieces of her staring out at me,

But I’m never sure whether she was ever real,

Maybe I dreamed her into existence,

Or maybe she dreamed me.

© 2010 Molly


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When I look in the mirror I see those pieces of her staring out at me,
But I’m never sure whether she was ever real,
Maybe I dreamed her into existence,
Or maybe she dreamed me.

Perfect ending.

Posted 13 Years Ago


But this is so nice and wise ,so well thought..
how i liked what you said ,its like looking back at onself and tearing it apart
dissecting it and taking the good bits and tossing the bad parts to the wolfs
one should do that..i would never let my ego go wild as it likes
i will always chase her and watch her steps..i dont want her to grow big
i know her size i want to keep her that way..the smaller the better
she should never feel big or high for anyone i would not let that be
she has to ,my ego stay the way i like it..i should never like myself too much
otherwise i will hate the others ,others maybe much better than me
i should always think that way..i am not too big for anyone,or any better
i really loved the notion that you tell here ,you my friend,told a very wise story
and i just loved it
lovely write..

Posted 13 Years Ago


This has the same wide-eyed, fantastic, dark, surreal appeal as the work of Neil Gaiman. I devoured this piece in one delicious gulp. I'd love to read more like this!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Whoa, very creepy, unnerving, frightening, and strangely beautiful. Your imagery is so vivid and alluring, while at the same time incredibly disturbing. I can't find a single thing I would change.

Posted 13 Years Ago


creepy yet satisfying! its good the way it is vivid description vivid imagery its muy bien!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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