" The Looking-Glass Playground " Unto acquiescent arms I unfolded my eyes completely. Lines mercurial as a blanket's crease buried deeply in a martyr's crumbling pantheon long before I was ever born. My hands tugged at spaces in between the time I broke from chrysalis and the time you only held me responsible. My heart pierced by the pointed fingers of admonation did embrace affection as a whore of apathetic reverence. For breaking covenant I was summoned to be your bastard child, forever. But, I grew enough to slip my fingers through the skin of obscurity, to touch the moment when you took me to the looking-glass playground so we could laugh together. You pushed my swing for me, higher and higher and higher back and forth. And just when I began to imagine that I could climb to the kindred sky and make you proud of what I'd done, you left me there to get myself down and find my own way home, or fall at your feet bleeding absolution so you wouldn't have to love me for what you never were, completely.
Reason for writing:
For the Parents. Teach your children well...
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