Written by: Mathirakshana K
Edited by: Ian
Illustrated by: Ilakiya PB __________________________________________________________________________________
“I declare thee a servant of the rudimentary,
the mindless sheep of the ordinary,
a pawn of the honorary.”
I was knighted, by the self-anointed queen,who donned a crown bejeweled with crusty gems,the kind that makes you feel seen,in a reflection of rusty truth.
With the creak of a glimpse,
at the chunky emerald atop her head,I see chains around me in blinks,rightly royal and shiny.
‘tis I who enslaved myself, no?Willingly?
I show what I shouldn’t.
Kneeling at the feet of hers,ooking at that demonic grin of hers,shrinking at every touch of hers.
She sees me cower; my weakness showing at the curve of my shoulders,she notices me waver; my eyes evincing a stale, white fear,she spots me shiver; my hands pulsating with expectations of doubt.
‘tis what feeds her every breath.When I try to break out of these silver shackles,she hisses and I settle back in fear.When I try to look away from my path,she glares at me into the depths of this invisible cage.
I let her, let me do what it is that she wants of me.
For I have to serve-That is what I deserve.
Is it not right to let this haze of certainty rule me?When I move directionless,some of me has to be directed.
That is how she lords over me,knighting me with a sense of certainty,giving me the title of enslavement.
To serve and only serve.
But why do I still do this,when I can still find myself in this imposition of rules writ in gold?I know.in the deepest of my guts, I know.in the deepest of my qualms, I know.
For she is me.a sheep in wolf's clothing.
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