I was a faerie child with flower stem wrists and eyes that saw too much. You said that through my veins flowed the blood of sapphires, But it was only my anaemic skin which gave off this illusion. You took me to the forest and made me choose; “The palace or the graveyard, which will […]
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These children think they are broken. They live inside a mossy garden inhabited by flowers that shape shift into people and gemstone mirrors reflecting only illusions. The children are hybrids of fantasy and materialism, They look like elves, like velvet-skinned fauns, like faeries who’ve lost their wings. Their bones may be enveloped with the gossamer […]
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