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Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
It happened during the day
when all the monsters are away
the ones roaming around in the gloaming of our discolored disillusioned decadent minds were the ones that are ever there that are everthere.
Impelled into unnecessary action, the red-cloaked girl belatedly looked for them, but when she finally went after those bestirred monsters, they were gone, not even leaving behind ribbons of smoke and bones; none of them were to be found in their usual haunts.
Unbeknownst to her a not so random moonless wolf at her side was aiding her, staying beside her an unlikely succor; the one she needed but couldn’t pray for.
Unwittingly, she had been in fetters wrought out of Other’s thoughts, tinged with their disapproval and disappointments, her future bethought by others was not her own, it was a stray thing whilst she was not.
Tangled in sudden thralls of misguided notions of divine retributions, silly rabbit, in severe grips of misshapen mistaken misconstrued misconception of romantic ideas about setting the world right and doing the right thing, she went searching to root out the evil that was all too inherent thence a pointless fight.
But the red hooded girl needn’t look under the bed or wander out into the forbidden forest or even stand before a filigreed closet door to find them.
All she has to do is look deep into her watery reflection and see all the monsters residing within her, let her look while trying not to let her human mask slip and see the monsters in you and me.
Fallacy it is to seek even shard of humanity, even a tinge of it, when all of that shattered self is skewered between what is lost and what will never be found again.
when all the monsters are away
the ones roaming around in the gloaming of our discolored disillusioned decadent minds were the ones that are ever there that are everthere.
Impelled into unnecessary action, the red-cloaked girl belatedly looked for them, but when she finally went after those bestirred monsters, they were gone, not even leaving behind ribbons of smoke and bones; none of them were to be found in their usual haunts.
Unbeknownst to her a not so random moonless wolf at her side was aiding her, staying beside her an unlikely succor; the one she needed but couldn’t pray for.
Unwittingly, she had been in fetters wrought out of Other’s thoughts, tinged with their disapproval and disappointments, her future bethought by others was not her own, it was a stray thing whilst she was not.
Tangled in sudden thralls of misguided notions of divine retributions, silly rabbit, in severe grips of misshapen mistaken misconstrued misconception of romantic ideas about setting the world right and doing the right thing, she went searching to root out the evil that was all too inherent thence a pointless fight.
But the red hooded girl needn’t look under the bed or wander out into the forbidden forest or even stand before a filigreed closet door to find them.
All she has to do is look deep into her watery reflection and see all the monsters residing within her, let her look while trying not to let her human mask slip and see the monsters in you and me.
Fallacy it is to seek even shard of humanity, even a tinge of it, when all of that shattered self is skewered between what is lost and what will never be found again.
