she played at pious to cover her insidious truth. hollow souled a bird bone behemoth incapable of feeling anything but pretending to understand it all. her sense of self an itchy blanket she drapes over everything making herself the hero the victim of every tale told. so self centered she imposes her fatal flaws on […]
if you knew the effort it takes to sand down my horns, to hide my blackened wings, to keep my tarnished halo hidden, these cloven hooves require special boots often it is forgotten i can be the lightbringer, the chosen child before my being cast out, my fall more famous than my earlier position as […]
when i grow up i want to be manaical super villian nothing too outrageous hidden lair on a desolate dormant volcano or in a swamp somewhere legion of faceless lackeys in matching black and chrome tanks of electric eels and sharks the occasional death trap to brighten the room something with lasers and spinning blades […]
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