a thousand bubble baths

she strains
her self perceived
perfection perched
upon her shoulders
a modern day atlas
of inconsistent
rambling lies

pluck one thread
to watch
her persona
fall apart as
the tall tales told
as reverential
epiphanies
scatter in the gales
of discombobulated
false realities

an inherently flawed
marble statue
carved in conflicting
styles to try and
be every ideal
while manifesting
nothing at all

a thousand bubbles
popping at once
as she luxuriates
in the false applause
a thousand bathtubs
filled to overflowing
preparing her next
act of inferiority
in the guise of
explaining concepts
she doesn’t truly
have a grasp on

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