╔═══════x°⊙°x═══════╗ MALEFICENT THE MOTHER ╚═══════x°⊙°x═══════╝
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❝ cruel mothers are still mothers. they make us wars. they make us revolution. they teach us the truth. mothers are humans who sometimes give birth to their pain instead of children. ❞
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MALEFICENT WAS CRUEL. That was the tale they told. She was made of war and her children were an act of love. They mend what she tore apart. Her patchwork skin stitched together by their patchwork pieces. She would fight for them, she would die for them again and again and again. Tear herself to ashes if only to fall between their fingertips. Her wounds are jagged—like broken glass—and they kiss them. Only when they rise does she see the blood on her hands and the blood in their mouth. She is made of war and her children were an act of love. But what makes war if not love?
