and so I wiped my red-stained face
then glanced up at my father
his steel hand left an imprint
on bones that were no more than feathers
I screamed for my mother
because maybe, she'd take my side
but when she told me to just understand him
I knew I'd never make it out alive
drakoyne 彡
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Ivy Indigo
Poetrya short poetic story of an ivy whose roots climbed the wrong walls, and yet found home in another's house of stone.
