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Inspired by the main character of Camelia, the anthology in progress.
There once was a starving girl who
peeled back the skin of
her dainty, boney arm to find
scribbles
Under her leather,
her flesh was light absorbing
pitch black with greens and blues
swirling.
Hypnotically turning, daze inducing,
iridescence flowing like cursive
letters.
If ever she could decipher
those symbols, would they tell her?
She was a monster.
Would she be able to speak
this language?
Would she ever hear this
internal tongue?
Or was it speechless
Just like her.
Yes, she was voiceless, yet
had so much to say, despite
lacking the crucial architecture.
For she was only made of darkness
and scribbles.
In her burgeoned a resolution.
One day,
she would make the journey
and find her true family.
Until then
she lay in wait.
Her skin seamlessly hiding unanswered riddles.
Fully disguised, she went back,
hoping for the man who abandoned her.
Playing her part of a meek battered little girl,
inconspicuously harbouring enough hunger
to devour all life in the world.