EVANESCENCE



                 EVANESCENCE sycophancy stories
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A few metaphors on the ill-effects of sycophancy, and the need to not be influenced by it.

EVANESCENCE

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Click

Click!

“Click!”

“Click!” went the flashlight as

“Click!” went the flashlight as I switched it on and pointed it skywards

“Click!” went the flashlight as I switched it on and pointed it skywards, towards the glittering shawl of the night

“Click!” went the flashlight as I switched it on and pointed it skywards, towards the glittering shawl of the night, star-strewn

“Click!” went the flashlight as I switched it on and pointed it skywards, towards the glittering shawl of the night, star-strewn, dream-hewn.

The light sprung into the void

The light sprung into the void, with a million garnished words

The light sprung into the void, with a million garnished words, and a quietly stabbed heart

The light sprung into the void, with a million garnished words, and a quietly stabbed heart, that fearless little fool-

it was a piece of me

it was a piece of me that vanished so pliantly

it was a piece of me that vanished so pliantly, eloped so wilfully with

it was a piece of me that vanished so pliantly, eloped so wilfully with those sugar-spewing sycophants.

Did it even once think

Did it even once think of the stories we buried

Did it even once think of the stories we buried in that private summer backyard

Did it even once think of the stories we buried in that private summer backyard with mango-tinged mouths?

Did it feel guilty

Did it feel guilty of always winning our

Did it feel guilty of always winning our evening hide-and-seek games

Did it feel guilty of always winning our evening hide-and-seek games or of the many times it pushed me off the cliff,

Did it feel guilty of always winning our evening hide-and-seek games or of the many times it pushed me off the cliff, into the abyss of my own eyes,

only to wrap me in another nightmare?

Perhaps I

Perhaps I am to blame too

Perhaps I am to blame too, for ‘twas me who

Perhaps I am to blame too, for ‘twas me who found it in the attic cobwebs

Perhaps I am to blame too, for ‘twas me who found it in the attic cobwebs, wearing liquid diamonds

Perhaps I am to blame too, for ‘twas me who found it in the attic cobwebs, wearing liquid diamonds that were to become

Perhaps I am to blame too, for ‘twas me who found it in the attic cobwebs, wearing liquid diamonds that were to become, soon enough,

Perhaps I am to blame too, for ‘twas me who found it in the attic cobwebs, wearing liquid diamonds that were to become, soon enough, my own tears.

But then

But then I was too lame

But then I was too lame to realise that

But then I was too lame to realise that lacklustre leaf-littered paths

But then I was too lame to realise that lacklustre leaf-littered paths could hide

But then I was too lame to realise that lacklustre leaf-littered paths could hide corpses too.

I switch off the flashlight

I switch off the flashlight and throw the batteries

I switch off the flashlight and throw the batteries into the abyss

I switch off the flashlight and throw the batteries into the abyss, into me.

I gulp in the dark

I gulp in the dark and all its feathery promises

I gulp in the dark and all its feathery promises, its midnight menaces.

I rip off the blindfold

I rip off the blindfold and see

I rip off the blindfold and see a teardrop in

I rip off the blindfold and see a teardrop in the folded palms

I rip off the blindfold and see a teardrop in the folded palms of my destiny.

And I begin to breathe.

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