Hey, hey, hey, hey, are you awake? Has the Sun breathed on your body today, and if so did you respond with a kind thought? Shackled, the insanity of woman that craves depravity at the hand of Man, pain, the vulnerability of asking someone to "make it hurt". Envision it now, the flower as it wilts, petals making way to rich velvet and then dust. Somehow a corpse looks fuller, more alive, for just a moment before it succumbs to rigor mortis. And the Sun, oh that Sun, if I was able to die under it, (and there is better chance of this in the summer months), would my body look lovely? Would it Live?
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RandomYou know when an artist posts a random OC and is like haha just a character, no backstory? This is that but in writing form. Vignettes, poetry, random chapters from books that will probably never see the light of day. My only hope is that in reading...
