She hears them
their tender whispers,
their wicked plans.
She hears them
plotting; conspiring against her
secretly and vigorously.
She feels them
behind her back
breathing and babbling;
barricading her passage to the afterlife, her paradise,
with their bedeviling action and their bewildered comments.
She knows they are there,
lurking in the shadows of defeat and disappointment,
but this time she just chooses to ignore them.
She knows her defect, her imperfections,
but she feels that defiance would defile who she is.
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