Poison: Illusions of Grandeur

You dress in a white gown to hide your murky, lecherous soul. You feign innocence with your wide-eyed expression. You stare blankly at someone seemingly to imbue incorruptibility to conceal your dark, evil thoughts.

Pristine. Immaculate. Meek. Gentle. Kind.

You can fool them. But not me.

Donyita, que pasa?

You are shrouded with envy.

I see through you.

Beneath the white robe, you are eviscerated by slithering worms gorging through your pit.

You are nothing but a putrid, insignificant soul who wants to banish other unassuming spirits to be just like you.

I can see you.

Jealous. Frivolous. Friendless.

You don’t deceive me.