the path of the hylic

she had always prized
quantity over quality
with both people and money
never interrogating
the integrity or provenance of either

never asking the hard questions of herself

nor pursuing the big ones,

now, she’s left only with errant glitter,

an impotent wand,

a cortège of pink fools,

her plated crown of paste jewels, askew

you see, that, was all decoy

and i chose to be/come Wicked,

to wear my gold in my bones

and in my blood.

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