StasiaFae
she wanted to be a bird I would say if she couldn't know it all then make her know nothing, feel nothing, no care in her tiny bird head, nothing to lie about.
Blood was all she saw, all she felt.
Dripping down her dress, down to the marble floor.
Drop by drop, the sound filling the wrecked room of her heart.
Seeking revenge in her bloody corpse dress.
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