i saw the goddess of beauty, she knew what i had in mind. she knew my struggles and how much i want to feel fine. she promised to grant me a wish, in exchange for all the years i have suffered. she knew i had enough.
please change me, i pleaded to her. i wish to be as pretty as what he likes. the goddess was unamused. not what, but 'who', the goddess replied. and so strings like stars wove around her fingertips and danced like clouds towards me.
i closed my eyes. and when i opened them to look at myself in the mirror, i saw nothing has changed. i was still myself. but somehow, i look different.
i was already pretty, the only thing that needed change was how i see myself.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
