Seven Heads

(Paraphrenia Bell chimes)
A paradise of delusion. Rotten. Hush-hush.
His stare says it's obsession,
Friendship perverted over and over again.
Willingly cutting at the root,
Sisters puncture the replica doll
To save me from the tannin.
Impregnated feelings born from lust
Was it real life, or unearned advantages?
I'm releasing the fugitive serpent back into the wild.
After generations, the privilege becomes invisible to the holders.
Systematic subordination