Growls echo throughout my throat as my lungs inhale fire and exhale desire. The soft but stinging wind cuts through skin and scales and the forces of water pull me under once again. I begin to take one more breath in before my deadly mistake makes itself known to me. "Proserpina, proserpina!" The steady thumping of my irrevocably shattered and drowned heart, drowned not in water but in memories of lies, starts to hum and blend like watercolors into the enveloping embrace of deathly stillness. I fell deep into the abyss of his outstretched arms assuring of hope and dreams...promises...lies...
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Proserpina
FantasyTears of salt and fresh water flow down and intertwine into a sea. A waterfall directed by gravity to touch the ground like a kiss.
