[14] - monday's child.

「 the heartsmith. 」

two, ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʟᴀꜱᴛ, 00.29

every groove of the heart, her touch will heal,

fragments of herself she will let you steal.

breathe as you need with the air in her chest,

come, draw near to her, and you shall find rest.

mender of the broken, rebuilder of the shattered,

nobody knows her tapestry is just as tattered.

she repairs and repairs in hopes to be loved,

but further into the wound the salt is rubbed.

her bones will wither into dead flames,

the hearts she fixed forget her name.

she who assured their beats wouldn't quit,

a forgotten myth: the unsung heartsmith.