Literature
one fairytale to another
i.
My darling, tell me all about your little habits,
do you tuck velvet into your wounds, hoping to heal quicker-
colorful and bright when spring comes
(the ice melts away, and i wonder,
if you blossom in the same colors of the forest
that shrouds you, or a color all it's own.)
i will it to be spring, to be summer, to be warm enough
to catch the sun and stretch it out like a blanket beneath the stars,
to see what happens, to see who glows brighter first-
(tell me, are you still doe-eyed with the coming of warm weather,
or do you grow into something with wings, and a need to feel
air fighting to part for you as you soar.)
ii.
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