In diary passages, a subject reappeared
one of addiction, the nasty consequences
a fraying nerve on an otherwise alpha-girl
perfectionist. It only got worse, with bitter
nagging from her doting lover whose razor-
sharp
retorts merely threw the girl further into
denial.
A killer pace, this endless need for idle
thrills
dangerously lurking on a golden precipice
of delusion
until a new personality blossomed,
an evil twin
oddly opposite from the girl; sober/
drunk
unspooling, spiraling until the bitter end
and in a blink, she was gone, the only thing left
a diary with recurring threads of debauchery.
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Prompt inspirations: Imaginary Gardens~ Get Listed (a word list) and 3WW~ idle, nagging, pace