#WritcoPoemPrompt30
She rises from the ashes,
Donning infinite avatars,
Sending the vile searching for cover,
And begging for mercy to forgive her.

She crept in as silent as a falling pin,
Stirring a mix of unpleasant feelings inside.
Before I even had a chance to escape,
She had started molding me into something I couldn't recognize.

When had I let her in I seldom wondered,
When did this happen, when had I made this blunder.
Faint hint, I surely would have missed,
Or gotten confused and so...