Spare Me Your Autograph.

Could you spare a moment
you write on this slip
of paper, this slip of a girl?

What a forced grin, participant of
some various experiment. I doubt
you will have heard of me.

Oh, the angst! The world is drowning
in self-pity that is so overrated.
So silly, so shallow.

Tell me everything, honey. What material
possessions do you clutch
to your chest as a form

of comfort? Metallic blankets,
grabbing at straws. My dear, you are
indeed truly blessed.

Are you hiding a child? Miracles
happen, you know? No?
A present, then?

Something to explain the
course quartz bump protruding from
your stomach.

Terrestrial, what a mockery. No
indignity in lies, no truth in smiles.
Answer honestly, as much as you can.

Every little fault will be picked by
delicate fingers to be spread across
pages of brazen sin.

The enemy, the enemy is always within,
my foolish friend. Flee for Heaven,
scrape your knee against the rock.

We'll get a story from you, hiding in the
dark, waiting for the slightest imperfection
and then you're doomed.

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