A mirror is nothing more than a doorway to a greater truth..(a poem by Jack)

The monster feeds himself.. At every whim… At every chance.. An insatiable desire… It just won’t stop feeding…

It makes me feed it…

I do… Because I still have chunks of me missing from my refusal.. And I feed it by any means necessary.. There’s no peace unless she’s feeding…. And for a slight moment when she is done…

What do you have to offer to the Pot?

Time?

She likes your time…

Energy?

She especially enjoys energy…

Although her favorite dish is your attention… Give her all your attention and she’ll be delighted…I mean only for a moment though.. Although the moment you withdraw your attention her petulance activates!!!

Americaville protect me!

Americaville forgive me..

God show me the road to perdition…

Where is this vicarious absolution so I don’t have to atone for this mess.. I just fed the beast I’m not responsible for her doing..

Look! I too have suffered… Is that not enough…

Shall I prepare a hardy sacrifice… Some of my best fruit or grain..

No…

Perhaps my best Ram…

No…

Human sacrifice?

Closer…

My first born?

(I want out but I can’t escape… She’s everywhere I go.. I can’t breathe without her knowing.. I can’t work unless it’s for her benefit.. She’s all encompassing… She suffocating.. I’m scared because I want out! But she’s everywhere… Every piece of this earth is her domain.. And everywhere I go everyone is under her dominion.. Her dominion knows no bounds..)

Woah… My first born? Am I not enough? Is all my toil not enough? Must you have it all…

(You see… I’ve figured out a way to defeat her.. She must implode… Yah that must be the key… Make her eat herself into oblivion before she devours us all..)

If you spare my seed.. I’ll do anything..

You want us both?

I see…

This thing in the mirror is almost unrecognizable… This isn’t what I wanted to be at all… Did I make me this way… This isn’t what I’m supposed to be…

It just kind of happened…

And now I know no way out of this scenario… This reflection.. Of something that isn’t me…so I feed… And feed…

And feed…

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