This is not about me
The person that you'll see
A monster and a villain
But to a higher degree
This is not about me
The screaming you'll hear
Ghost of presents passed
Whispers terror in your ear
This is not about me
The taste I leave on your tongue
A bittersweet reminder
Of how my presence stung
This is not about me
The odor of decaying joy
Nose crumbled in a grimace
As I watch you self-destroy
This is not about me
The calloused fingers on your skin
Which twist your pretty neck
For once I'm the evil twin.
(This is my response to the prompt for April 22.)
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