An evil grin and lustful eyes, finding their chances through small advances, waiting here, lurking there, his voice was raking, so disorienting.

Then came a fairy, I thought I am lucky. Guarded by her runes, finding my cocoon. "Let's hybernate and emerge", yet a witch she became. And I, a butterfly, was soon displayed and framed. Fluttering helplessly, I was almost stabbed unreasonably. Shards of glass buried on my knuckles, blood spurting as far as I can remember.

Soon I find a knight, in shining armor he came in sight. A demigod in feature, but a devil-like creature. He wanted to devour and take my innocence. Damn the prevailing sequels, I am getting tired of circumstances.

And there were more. More ogres and monsters. Vampires at night, and perverts in daylights. Pretending to be brothers, uncles, and friends. They do their tricks, they're nothing but dicks. All they want is to feed their minds, with lust in their eyes, and pride in their zipped lines.

And so was love that were professed but untrue. Betrayals and lies, they soon just arise. And then on center stage, there's one that I knew, who I thought is worth it all and I would take a bullet for. And yet in a glimpse, in a blink of an eye, the trigger was pulled and I was shot but left alive.

Imagine all these,
used on me like mediums.
If auctioned to bid,
could this really be a masterpiece?
Tragic and awful,
how can this be beautiful?
Living life in all its colors,
I wonder how this would appeal
to some appraisers..

These and more,
I haven't written all so far.
Because I never really wanted
to be a gallery of scars.

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