Four candles surround my mirror. Standing I wait....there they are, my reflections. The other me's....I converse and plot with my selves.

All born that evening my child body was raped and no longer precious and fragile to him. Cries silenced under shamed fist's and unheard muffles. Where is the angels mommy spoke of ?
​Bloodshot eyes now struggling to see the shine calling for my attention. There's a melody...mentally drifting to it...
God bless the dangling shiny chime and the breeze that orchestrates its' music. Through the pain and violent thrusts it transports that victim child, so long ago.
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They call me Reality and I call them Fearless, Genius and Child. Born are my strengths and championed wits. Unlocking the minds gifted percents. Audiences unaware of whom they entertain and love. No single conversation is a match against these multi levels of me and our brilliance. Shared mind in one accord, sweet incantation riding on music bars chorusing deadly regurgitations. Constantly on guard and waiting for that recognized and familiar smirk of evil to show it self.
Slaughtering all doubts either by intellectual gain or murder...in the same way he would kill the runts behind that shack of deafening secrets. This strong, beautiful genius,created by perverse evil conjoined and birthed by trauma.
I use my Genius to deceive the trapping, my Fearless beauty to bait the jackal, as my Child watches giggling and playing on the swings of feminine justice. Cloaked in shrewdness glazed with beauty, we snicker and revel in our achievements against sarcastic and proud triggers that hide in the minds of these men. But still, our senses, as of a hound, sniffs them out as the scent of thier sick immoralitties is easily tracked and uncovered. The only way to end the suffering of innocence, is to kill it's thieves....THIS is always the case with men of this breed.
Alone, I am nothing against this world that failed my young one....but when candles are lit and my gaze in motion...we are unexpected and cunning. Let the veil that shades the evil one's, drop. "We will protect the Child."