He counted the moles covering her skin
As he brushed away the cloth that hid what’s within
And for once
She did not feel the shame
Of scars she cared not name
Tag: short story
Pyre
There were ugly things crawling in her reality
Nightmares becoming a background noise
She turned a blind eye to so many
And became blind all at once
As the pyre lit
She stood thankful for its warmth
October
She loved Halloween.
A time she could truly be herself.
Her wings didn’t have to be cramped inside her jacket, her antennas under her damp hat.
The fairy could be one of many, enjoying decorations reminiscent of her old land. With glaring errors, but nonetheless, she feels a bit more at home. In October.
The Lake Creation
She was an ocean
Feeding a calm river
She was a storm
That he wanted to weather
She was essential for his survival
In his eyes
She had no rival
So he decided to live on
Making friends with the waves
Memories with the whales
Befriending the creatures of her own creations
Until she became a lake
Feeding a small nation
Merge
I think I saw you
As you fell
As the world crept closer
As your wings failed to hold you any longer
I knew my arms were too weak
My mouth couldn’t speak
My mind merged with yours
And we soared
That was the last day
An angel ever fell
The devil and the angel
Merged
Safe
There
She locks away her treasures
There
She attempts to feel safe
Burrowing
Covering herself in leathers
The fairy tries to blend in
For she’s the last of her race
And she refuses to give in
Trap waiting
Sit still
And you will win
Vulnerable
She knew she had to shed her skin
Had to be born a new
And in this vulnerable state
There’s not much she could do
To ward off the monster in the lake
There she waited
Contemplating her grave mistake
Waiting
For a new shell to form
Her fairy uniform
Hungry
The vultures hoped for a death
As the snow filled the road
And I
Standing by
Watching it unfold
Dare I contribute to their happiness?
Dare I provide them with their next meal?
The vultures remained hungry
We could not close the deal
Lost
I think I lost my way
Trying to figure out a new destination
I think I lost my purpose
Following this automatic navigation
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Day Dream
The sight of green leaves gives me joy
The wind wrestling the trees fills my soul
And I think of the forests burning
Of droughts
Of how I found my way out
Of struggles and overcoming
Of never truly knowing
The unpromised tomorrow
Of the challenges of living with true sorrow
Of being another
Of being lost forever
Of having no hope
Of the bliss that comes
When a rain drop
Finds its way to my sands
Happiness the flowers must feel
In a spring dance
Then my wifi gets connected
And I forget thoughts I thought I could think
Stranger Paths 