"I don't want to be
Alone!" Daul howled
Twisting in the sheets
Becoming as trapped as the Goddess would have her be
Within the hawthorn thorns
The sheets were not red with blood
But translucent with tears
Bitter
Salt
That other girls loves you more than she does me and you are such a selfish creature. You are not worth existence, the Goddess thought
No one heard her howl, but saw her
As the stars collapsed
And fell from the sky
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PoetrySmall verses, written in the early hours of the morning. Poetry, verses, philosophy, quotes, other literature. Like opaline skies.
