Three Word Prompt: Conglomerate

It pours down me, eroding away my uniform, my costume

The entropy brought by weather is my new disguise

And once again the water images fill me half empty, on the brighter side

It was not a sustainable image (mirage) anyhow

.

But when they see me next

In unwonted guise

How on earth will they

react/respond?

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With violence, comes the first response, quick as a twinge.

With hate, flurrying fast behind it.

No one will respond with love

.

And shall I assert my identity? Insist upon being me?

No. Scandal.

or

no scandal

.

for, after all, which is worse?

To be loathed by the others, echoes of my own self loathing?

Or to succumb to rage, to be attacked?

OR

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to be unrecognized, ignored, denied?

.

Icannotsayforsure

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But through or around the doubt and careening whimsy of my tottering painwrath

I gather the sloppy bits, the runny lumpy clumps that used to adorn my likeness

In a bruised colander that paints words on my trouser legs

scoop and refill and scoop and weep at the futility

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to form this conglomerate