It isn't
that I think
every man
on the planet
is a bastard.
It's me.
I wear the mark,
invisible to all
but those
of the bastard clan,
and that is why
every time
you see me,
I'm with
yet another
bastard.
Their faces change,
their words change,
their actions change.
Sometimes
you'll be able to see
the bruises and the scars
they leave on me,
other times
they'll be buried deep inside,
but there are always bruises
and there are always scars.
And there are always bastards.
The day I was born,
I inherited a defect,
a birthmark.
And that is the answer
to the question you whine,
Mr. Nice Guy.
I'm not with you,
because this is my destiny -
to be mated to the bastards.
I, the queen of the victim clan.
Yeah. I admit it. I was dark once.
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