"you can't subject others
to your hysterics,"
she voiced like my brother,
like my father and sister.
.
"excuse me?" I choked.
you see,
i had been in a dream
before she had spoke.
.
i wore a crown on my head,
a carpet laid at my feet,
for my enemies
to tread.
.
with a sword
by my side
with blood poured
on the floor, and a gleam in my eye.
.
a cage to my left,
full of shapeless birds I had heard
that would have partaken in theft
but were made a part of my herd.
.
i was a queen
who ruled on her throne.
i was an assassin
who forged bloodstone.
i was a shepherd
who led on her own.
.
i thought i had met all of the villains.
with a mere gaze i could point them out,
and destroy their tortuous munitions.
.
did i not stare into her eyes?
they're green like mine.
i thought their wonder and kindness to be a sign.
but those words show it was simply all a guise.
.
she stares at me
as my crown melts
and my carpet is rolled
and my sword loses its sheen
and their blood dries and leaves welts
and my eyes grow old
and the creatures are set free.
and then
she repeats.