damage.

i watch her pass by, the old self, rotting from her core and leaving a trail of muck and malignant mindsets behind her as she walks on wobbly knees to a corner of memory that only my close friends and i are prepared to leave behind for a better future. the toxic goo that oozes from her core has done too much damage for her to have a place at the table anymore.

she is old news, fake news. she is fearmongering personified, she is fictitious and false, she is broken and incomplete, and she knows it. she infected everyone she has ever touched, she spread lies and libations to each individual she has ever met. She has offered platitudes and personhood for this body for so long, as was the expectation, but i now hold her at bay with a 9 foot pole of iron will and steel nerves. she and her expectations will never surface again, and she knows it. she is never coming out of her corner and can do no more damage.

with each new day and each new they, she fades away a little more. but i do not, and neither does the damage she has dealt.