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Willow Rhiannon
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Willow Rhiannon
21. she/they š³ļøāššŗšøš“ó §ó ¢ó „ó ®ó §ó æ
21. she/they š³ļøāššŗšøš“ó §ó ¢ó „ó ®ó §ó æ
21. she/they š³ļøāššŗšøš“ó §ó ¢ó „ó ®ó §ó æ
My name means āfreedomā in a lost language,
yet the freedom I knew was long taken
Metal pulls my limbs, surrounds my new world
The little light Iām gifted shows the birds
making their little escape, unnoticed
Boundaries drawn from tension, not safety,
set my life circling the inside,
inside of somewhere never home...
Bad, bad Santa
doesnāt know whatās coming
Bad, bad Santa
doesnāt know weāre through
Bad, bad Santa
cider-drunk again
Bad, bad Santa
needs to watch his mouth
Bad, bad Santa
tripping through the snow
Bad, bad Santa
thinks heās coming home
Bad, bad Santa
canāt see us hiding
Bad, bad Santa
will find no toys
Bad, bad Santa
stuck in our trap
Bad, bad Santa
keeps on struggling
Bad, bad Santa
breaks ...
Ever since my great escape,
those who know and those who donāt
praise me, my unending fate
āHow did manage to you survive?ā
āYouāre a breathing inspirationā
āAnd I could *never* find such driveā
They see how I pushed through hell,
but not how I burned my skin gone
They see how far I flew and fell,
but not how hard I hit the ground
Because I didnāt shatter,
I let no cracks pause my path
Because ...
This relationship is transactional, but we both prefer it that way. Every piece you take of my soul, I get what I need in return.
I havenāt gone hungry since before we met, and now my wished-upon lover and I reside in the castle you supplied. What happened to the previous owners, no matter ā I just requested you to release their anguished spirits into your realm.
With them no longer haunting beh...
I only admire you from afar
Wondering what Iād feel like in your arms
I repeat your smile in my mind
Pretend you were smiling at me
Are you dropping these clues just for me?
You mention the number nineteen
Of course, you know thatās my age
Really, who do I need to persuade?
I find your address and park behind the trees
Car running quieter than my heartbeat
Leave, slam the door and run through th...
The last parent heads towards the parking lot, his childrensā hands in his.
A breeze blows through the playground, distilling the cold air that seemed unmovable. Leaves scatter, and I stand up from the picnic table, putting my phone away.
I bunch up Tylerās coat in my arms, the closest thing I have to a security blanket.
He needs this more than me.
Normally, calling out his name and telling hi...
āSir, did you hear something?ā
Thompsom didnāt falter. āHear what? The wind?ā
The snow pulled my boots in, slowly. My goggles had clouded, but I stared past the fogginess and into the gaping hole.
āIā¦ donāt know,ā I told him. āMaybe.ā
Wind whipped through the valley, fluttering the thick fabric of our clean-up suits, designed to withstand temperatures even as skin-biting as these.
The ice had...
Lottie is independent.
Despite having little education, she taught herself to read properly and how to incorporate magic with household items. At nineteen years old, she lives in a tiny apartment by herself and, until recently, she paid for everything she owns - which isnāt a lot - as a factory worker.
She has a strong work ethic, as she feels motivated to prove that she is capable and doesnāt n...