part one

random musings:

rain beads against my throat
a necklace of silver
heavy
slick fingers combs rain-daisy chains through my hair
an ornate crown
nestled atop my proud pose
thick rings slip down my fingers
too big for my modest hands
they join the growing
(i’ve been known to make molehills out of mountains)
glittering diamonds at my feet
(hard edged yet ephemeral pain)
staccato accents with the pearls where the moonlight
nestles comfortably into drops
and they tumble down the tops of my feet.
i am rich with
potential

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powerful
delivering you from your everyday evil
the influence can be seen anywhere
two words, one sound, two meanings, the same
except for how different they are.
heroin. heroine.