Died millennia ago.
Long before anybody ever knew who I was.
Mask.
Glamour.
Changing shapes,
Through the centuries.
Anomalous existence.
Learned not to trust:
“Monster!”
“Demon!”
Echoing in my head.
If they find me,
I’ll be burned at the stake,
As before.
Cruel.
Maybe I should have stayed dead.
Anomalous Existence.
