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Five days she spent inside a well, far from the sun and dreams. Truth be told she couldn't tell, how far she'd torn the seams. Daydreams or serenity, meant little more than dirt. Testing her abilities, left hands bloody and hurt. She never meant to fall this way, in dreams she fell then flew. Whispered of her fae-bound days, but magic vines never grew. She wondered if she'd asked too much, as her claws dug deep into the muck. Hands upon her face smutch, smutch, smutch; painting as one moonstruck. Her face now safe from losing grace, her broken claws could build. A lonely place, this quiet space, so into it her love was willed. Five nights she built and begged, wicked ways she would abjure. A frame she wove, gently webbed, softly cradling a new paramour. On the sixth day, as she kissed a face, lips too cold to live. The rain came rushing down. She watched love melt away. Screamed fire, brimstone, for gods or demons, to tear her away. Broken, as she bemoaned, walls she couldn't belay. The water rose, past waist. The water rose, past chest. The water rose, past neck. Her tears mixing with rain, Her memories mixed by pain, A madness twisted skein. A blue rose to her lips. White rabbit dancing in her dreams, As darkness turned to dark. Thought turned to a final morpheme, As her eyes lost their spark. The seventh day left no remark. -aeza | |