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have you seen that girl? She walks with a slow, fragile gait, feeling she has finally escaped the fear, the hungry beast that tries so hard to devour her. A gentle click is the only sound she hears as she walks through the quiet, empty forest. Such a dimly lit time of night, the moon is anew, freshly pressed to the dark fabric hung above head. Her clear auds flicker back and forth, the noise absent in this night in which the spirit wanders. A cold feeling is constantly enveloping her body, eating away at her limbs. The only warmth she holds is the small, beating heart laid beneath a layer of thick glass, tucked away from the world. She closes her eyes, inhaling. There was no point really, she needed no air, no feed, no liquids to keep her moist. She was left with no vital organs, only her heart, the only thing she was allowed to keep. A gentle shiver runs down her back as a cold, icy breeze touches her glass skin. Somehow she was allowed to still feel the warmth of the sun and cooling of nights, yet she was not able to keep much else. The girl flicks her tail, its bubbly, misty form shimmering as individual strands of glass flicker through Mother Moon's bright light. She feels the rose behind her ear shift as she cranes her neck to look into the eyes of the Moon, reminding her so suddenly of her daughter, the child of hers, the traitor she gave birth to, the one she conceived with a betrayer. Her translucent lobes flick back, her brows narrowed as the girls face shimmers through her mind. A figment of her mind, yet so real, her pale child appears before her eyes, a snotty, sassy smile gifted upon her lips. A sudden urge to lunge at the misty figure streams through her glass frame, yet she holds back her anger, instead taking it out passively as she stands face to face. "You bloody little thing, don't you show your face to me." But instead she is met with nothing, a blank space, an absent swirling space with misty white dew. She wants to run now, run away from this land just as she has all the rest of her life. But she thought this was a safe haven, hoped it was a safe haven, a place where she could be rid of her past and charge forth into her future. the one with the fragile laugh and killer smile? |
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have we any hearts?
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have we any hearts? - by Ayelet - 12-16-2013, 06:23 PM
RE: have we any hearts? - by Nato - 12-17-2013, 09:26 AM
RE: have we any hearts? - by Ayelet - 12-17-2013, 07:20 PM
RE: have we any hearts? - by Nato - 12-18-2013, 09:47 AM
RE: have we any hearts? - by Ayelet - 12-18-2013, 06:04 PM
RE: have we any hearts? - by Nato - 12-20-2013, 04:48 AM
RE: have we any hearts? - by Ayelet - 12-21-2013, 01:08 PM
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