the water strokes scarred flesh

kisses away the pain of concrete love

it whispers secrets of dandelion suns,

swan feather moons,

rose petal lovers

she smiles lazily at the tales

feet tainting the serenity with rippling disbelief

she lets the lagoon try to drown her in fairy tales

but she’s a concrete warrior

her sun is made of flames that burn

her moon is a polar ice cap that kills with it frostbite kisses

her lovers are broken mirrors that cut through flesh

she likes those fairy tales

but she would never want to live in one

they don’t have enough room for females who are both the villain, the princess, and the dragon



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