tinted skin aglow with light.
The masterpiece complete.
Jewels hanging in the folded pleats.
Soft and sweet. A succulent ambrosia.
Looking for the opening that closure
always brings. Daunted by
the beauty of her things.
Exposed to just an instant of insanity.
Far beneath the cornerstone of vanity.
Seeking out a perfect match.
Falling in the briar patch again.
He left her there.
Where day sought out the night.
Stars shining bright, she took to flight
and swept the night with horror.
Touching down, she found her throne
awaiting yet a different tone of power...
? Michaelette ?
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