My skin shines crimson red
I am sweetest fruit
An irresistible delicacy to taste
But this is a superficial illusion
Underneath my skin, I have worms
Worms that crawl about and make my insides rot
The rot never stops
I try to hold it at bay
But the worms never die
My rot spreads about
Yet I desperately hold my facade
This false life is all I have
I am afraid to show my rot
I am afraid to show my horrid truth
It would strike fear and disgust on beholders
And the sweet fruit I appear to be, would no longer be
So I made my choice
All my days I will pretend
Hoping that no one sees my rot
But a part of me begs for a different outcome
Part me of wants someone to see my rot
And how I wish to see pity in their eyes
-Himeros
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