What Am I?

I am an idea

That crumbles

On a twilight of conscience

Soot-coloured thoughts

Swallow my words

My tongue tastes fear

The air that I breathe

Smells of betrayal

Trapped in the allure

Of enslaving gazes

Objectify me

Each blink

A reminder

“You were never free”

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