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Prompt: You are like the legends of the old

*“What are you?”*

Oh, honey.

I’ve been adorned with many titles. Tyrant. Beast. God. Monster.

What do titles matter when your christeners are six feet under?

Mercy still chews on me, reminiscing a nature that has long fled these bones.

Survival steals, shoves you out—an altar demanding perpetual sacrifice. The offering?

Bits and pieces of you.

I mean-

is it still technically you, really?

*What am I?*

I don’t know, love.

It’s been a very long time.

I am worshipped.

I am what they seek refuge from.

I think me, god, and the devil? We’re all one and the same.

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Prompt: You are no longer in control

Grant the young man his crimson rite. Let him hunt. Let him choose: virtue or survival?

Shoot to kill. It's easier that way.

(For whom?)

If he dies, he does so teeth bared at his nadir. And if he returns, fangs drenched in crimson--

You just made yourself a weapon.

Maybe some were born to be slain for the sake of security.

What price are you willing to pay for safety?

(Is it worth it?)

*Every time a soul barters its sovereignty for submission, the devil grins.*

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Prompt: You’ve fallen in love and derailed your mission

Officer Lexi groaned from beneath the crate. “Can someone help? This box is crushing me.”

Kai lit up. “I volunteer! For you, I’d lift mountains. Or at least this box. The mission can wait.”

Four guards snapped in unison, “Sit. Down.”

Lexi shoved the crate aside and glared. “Now, about the stolen badge?”

Kai smiled, dreamy and doomed. “Right, funny story. I was supposed to be infiltrating the station, stealing intel, escaping... but then you smiled at me, and honestly, the mission got a little off-track.”

“A little off-track?”

“I got arrested for you! One date? Please!?"

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Prompt: Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy

Replication: sincerest form of flattery. Most sophisticated form of survival.

I'll put on any face you want me to, baby.

Wrap me in silk, make me a sinner.

They spent years trying to find themselves while I perfected camouflage.

A chameleon, I'm counterfeit.

I dont feel fear.

Oh, stop looking at me, love. You won't find much more there.

Do you know what happens when two mirrors face each other? When reflection becomes an endless corridor, each blink dimmer and dimmer,

until all that remains is green.

Just a hue, residue left behind once the original is exhausted.

*I'm tired.*

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Prompt: You can’t alter the past

*Two wrongs cannot make a right.*

Then what about me? What of a soul jury-rigged from fault and failing?

I sing hymns to my guilt and call it prayer.

As of pain were penance.

As if regret could rewrite the past, when our stories wouldn't be able to leave beyond the first page.

I bleed, I ache, I beg for redemption.

These hands have crafted horrors, haunted hearts I'll never heal.

They feel foreign. Borrowed.

Every time they hurt me, they become more mine.

How fitting.

And I've toiled, my love.

And I've won.

My trophy?

An empty bed.

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Prompt: You gain the power of mind control

Power persuades, but man kneels before righteousness. Give evil a noble name and Atlas will beg to bear its burden.

"It has to hurt"

"Obedience is virtue"

"Goodness only comes coated in crimson"

--and you rewrite consciousness.

Man fears not authority as much as he fears judgemental glares. He is desperate to believe his hands are clean- his existence exalted.

And thus thrive the monks and monarchs.

So tell them. Whisper that atrocity is holy,

sacrifice purifies,

cruelty serves compassion-

the masses will sharpen their blades with song in heart and steady hands.

Nothing deemed holy could be horrible, right?

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Prompt: Dissociation

Your shoulder presses against mine on the park bench, but I see your eyes traversing old memories, drifting through distant futures that neither of us will ever witness.

Head in the clouds, I pray,

Because the alternative terrifies me.

Conversations thin to silence, shoulders weighted with the burdens of ten lifetimes.

It’s strange, sitting next to someone who's no longer there. I pretend not to notice the distance.

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Prompt: Your own creation destroys you.

I christened you- you answer, an animal starving.

Pressing wet clay between my palms, I thumbed hollows for your eyes-packed my own marrow into your bones. I made you whole.

I didn't notice myself emptying until my own gaze stared back at me from my hands. Listless. Effete.

You were always made in my image.

And now you split saints from the sternum and drink til you've corrupted the incorruptible. Devouring your idols.

Strangers search your face for remnants of my mercy only to find hollow scripture staring back.

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Prompt: You find happiness in something other people hate.

*Love should feel safe- gentle hands, warm embraces, certainty.*

I only found love with teeth, fell in love with the ache of waiting for the bite. Bruises from missing you spread through my heart while I cradled your face between my fingers.

*Love is a quiet, soft thing. There're more important things in life.*

Only when you've never been consumed from within by wanting. When you've never had someone tear your soul open just to see what's inside. Sure it hurts, baby. Love is suffering.

I've never felt more alive. And how lucky is that?

You just wouldn't get it.

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Prompt: The healer has the bloodiest hands.

“She’s a saint,” whispers scatter, as if rectitude was shield for blame. As if there is a purity that doesn't leave dirt beneath its fingernails.

A cloth cannot cleanse without gathering filth into its own fibers; a flame cannot purify without consuming, burning, scarring.

Healing hands dig into open flesh, feeling for rot, infection clinging to her in confession. She extracts, fingers dripping in sickness.

As if ablution could provide absolution.

So why, now, do you recoil from these hands.

I'n sorry, I only tried to save you.

*Did you not notice the blood before?*

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Prompt: Are those eyes watching you in the darkness?

Eyes find me in the rearview mirror, bearing witness to every move. They scared me in my childhood--perhaps that's why they've grown so hostile.

Somewhere in scripture, I was commanded be not afraid.

Fear not, my Lord. I've taken heed.

I've been up for days- three hours 'til a week. Revelation does not grace those dignifying repose. The radio spits sermons through static as I drive through slick July heat. Familiar sounds. Too familiar.

*Do they know?*

I white-knuckle the blade in my lap, twenty inches of silver steel tithe, begging to be needed.

*Lord, forgive me if I sin.*

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Prompt: Home.

I’m stranded cities away from my childhood, raised beneath unfamiliar porch lights, staring through windows at evening parties. Inside, people folded laundry, burned dinners, laughed too loudly. Green blurred the edges of my vision; I doubled over.

“You are my home,” I told you once. “Why don’t you understand?"

But how could you? You have never built hearths within ribcages, only to watch the flames die in cold winters-your walls walking away without you, leaving you shivering.

Tell me, what is a home if not the first place you learn to flee?

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Prometheus knew the cost of giving mankind the flame.

His hands were steady, certain, as he taught us to kindle golden tongues- heating hearths and warming the dead.

Tell me, would you do it? Split yourself open, birds boning your innards- be unmade,

to provide warmth for strangers who forgot your legacy, forgot *you*, as you're feasted upon day after day for their sake?

When doing *the right thing* tears you asunder, devours you whole, leaves you a shell of who you once were- do you still choose the greater good?

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Prompt: Everyone forgets who you are

If a tree falls in a forest void of life, did it really make a sound?

A god must feed, needing neither meat nor blood.

A god must feed- be fed the minds of the faithful, fattening on the marrow of collective reverance.

Verily, the shepherds have gone astray.

Trembling hands in hospital beds once were clasped high in prayer, begging, pure devotion. Now, they lay insensate, clutching false talismans and pill bottles.

If a god slips through the fingers of Father Kronos one indifferent dawn,

Tell me, is he still Alive?

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Prompt: There’s a figure that shows up in the back of every photo you take

There’s a man in the mirror. He wears my smile. The stolen skin hangs wrong on him, cinched tightly at the corners. Eyes unblinking. He awaits me in shop windows, dark screens, blurry selfies.

“Cut the rot before it spreads,” he whispers sickly. “Someone must.”

Beneath the overpass, bare limbs sway in scant silk, wilting with plague, begging for dew.

“Mercy,” he calls it.

They're diseased. Depraved. Degenerate.

Some actions are irrevocable.

He remains in the glass, wearing my face more comfortably than I ever did. I look closer.

Oh.

There's the rot he was talking about.

He grins wider.

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Prompt: You can’t escape it.

The gravel rings loud. The judges' verdict carries far: a declaration of innocence.

I leave the courthouse condemned.

God doesn't make mistakes.

I think I was built wrong.

No decree overrules the sinful sentence carved into the hollow behind my ribs.

Assembled incorrectly.

Set loose into the universe, beauty lacquering mortality, smooth skin concealing decay.

Guilt, my oldest companion.

Pushing through sweltering nights like these, you press residual air out my lungs.

I've spent lifetimes atoning for sins I cannot recall committing.

You've cradled me through silent, lonely evenings.

What must I surrender for you to loosen your grip?

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sometimes i remember you. clips in between static.

“You’re too soft”

No, honey, you’re too jagged

Your cruelty catches on my skin, tears me open

When I wilt beneath your gaze, are you charismatic?

Or am I just scared?

I'm starting to think words are meant to kill

Saws are not serrated with mercy in mind

I reach for you full of that knowing

My fingers enclose the blade tightly against my bare palm

Glass shards scatter across the apartment

Wine bleeds down my temples

Cream carpets stained crimson

Is this softness or stupidity?

Are they one and the same?

*Is it really love if it doesn't hurt?*

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