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Oct 2013
Ekard was a second attempt at attention
a second attempt to regain happiness
childhood
but not childhood
but a state of in between
Ekard was the voodoo doll that doubled as a voodoo prince
a puppeteer of a puppet, but a puppet for another puppeteer
he skated his way around everything
befriended everyone
manipulated everyone
became known
so known that his puppeteer
a mere child
collapsed herself under his name
some days she would praise it,
you should be friends with Ekard! He's the greatest.
others she could mock it,
he's a ****, don't talk to him!
she would string his name along into false promises
in order to manipulate her friends in real life into needing her
and in the process lost every ounce of respect that was had for her
because someone saw the trick
the strings ekard was laced on
didnt confront, but knew
everyone knew but couldnt say
and the kid gave up on ekard
blamed him for not being good enough to win gratitude of her friends and of strangers
but ekard was not only the puppeteer of his victims, his 'friends'
he had strings on the girl too
a defense mechanism
and he furthered her emotional instability,
showing her real attention
and that one can trick several people at once
that there was more than just facebook
stringed her mind into believing
that ekard was no longer some toy to play with
ekard was the real man
ekard was more than she was at this point
he had stories she'd woven and he performed,
he made her feel the sadness in these stories that didnt actually happen
made her connect to him spiritually
created drama for her as she did for him,
and eventually it all became so much that neither of them could stand it
he foiled his plot to destroy her
and she killed him
he was a vegetable
he existed only for closure and around his 'birthday'
but the rest of the year he was dead
she no longer felt his pain
felt the need to take care of his ego
all was done
everyone knew
and she was over with her scheme
but she was bored without her toys
and she devised a new one,
less active than Ekard, more than Elyk,
Ralyks.
What she didn't know, though, is that this new toy,
something so simple at first,
became an emporium of personalities,
later overbearing her, tearing from her the life she had left for those in real life.
Her new toy and her were one.
And that person, favoring manipulation and destruction, collapsed under what it'd come to be so fond of.
Kim Davis
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Kim Davis  Arkansas
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