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scraped knees, big heart, a slip of a thing flying in the wind with abandon. you rode bikes and skateboards, surfed waves and built sand castles. life on the island was one that was simple, but much enjoyed. you laughed with serenity in your voice, laughs from the chest and the belly that split your face wide with happiness. life was..good. very good. no one cared how you dressed or how you presented yourself, words like “tomboy” didn’t affect the small town on the coast. open arms and open minds and loving hearts. music floating on the wind and a lulled sleepy sense of contentment.
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the monsters lay at bay at the edge past the wall, erected before you were born to keep the town safe. you had never questioned that those walls would stand forever, as sturdy as they were. and the walls did stand, but when someone brought a monster inside the walls all hell broke loose. of course with only one monster to take care of it was easy, but with the fear that others may have been a part of the master plan paranoia ran through the little town, poisoning the lackadaisical life that had been built.
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that didn’t stop you. the curfews and the new laws and the announced punishments meant nothing to a child. you snuck out, surfed at night and had bonfires with your friends.
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you fell in love.
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his name was carulu and he had a smile like a raging fire, consuming and snarky. at first he didn’t see you, not the real you, just saw through you. you’d live with this love blooming in you for a few years until he finally opened his eyes. paranoia in town died down and true freedom was returned to the people, feasts and parties held in celebration. you partied, you danced, you ate, and he was there to hold you and smile.
[break][break]
when it came to coming of age, you both decided to get married. not a shotgun wedding, something carefully crafted and cultivated that you could call your own. you wore a tux, no one questioned a thing, and when you kissed you swore stars exploded behind your eyes. married life was simple and nice, you had no qualms about anything until he started to drink.
[break][break]
party life was over for you once you found out you were pregnant.
[break][break]
party life continued on as he pretended responsibility didn’t exist.
[break][break]
he started to fight, you started to fear that this wasn’t what you wanted. when he hit you the first time you knew you had to get out. none of this victim stuff, you wouldn’t have it. there was no need to glorify or excuse his behavior, you refused to have that veil over your eyes. only he made you feel guilty, made you want to go back when he showed up at your parent’s house at three am crying and begging for forgiveness. you almost forgave him, but the threat to your child’s life and your own was too much.
[break][break]
when the house burned down the authorities knew who to arrest.
[break][break]
you lost everything, every small memory you had built there.
[break][break]
you decided to move to the mainland, to a place far away where the echoes of a time passed wouldn’t mock you. sundial seemed to be the safest place to raise a child, after searching for a place to call home for so many months. but sundial wasn’t as forgiving a place as home was, finding yourself with ruthless employers and even more ruthless landlords. lesia was born in a smaller hospital than you were comfortable with, but with an emergency c-section you couldn’t be picky.
[break][break]
people looked at you with confusion when they saw you, though you didn’t know why. perhaps it was your way of dress, how gender norms didn’t seem to affect you, but you became self-conscious when the whispers started. you weren’t a slip of a thing anymore either, the baby weight never really went away. whispers led you to an illegal underground shop where a tired woman sold serums to establish new hormones, something to make you more comfortable in one form rather than another. you bound your chest, changed your name, took more jobs, spent most of your money on your daughter. life was a struggle, but when you realized that you had an untapped magical potential in your veins, you decided that joining a coven would put more food on the table for lesia.
[break][break]
jester’s den seemed as good a choice as any.
I told you I'd be down forever
scraped knees, big heart, a slip of a thing flying in the wind with abandon. you rode bikes and skateboards, surfed waves and built sand castles. life on the island was one that was simple, but much enjoyed. you laughed with serenity in your voice, laughs from the chest and the belly that split your face wide with happiness. life was..good. very good. no one cared how you dressed or how you presented yourself, words like “tomboy” didn’t affect the small town on the coast. open arms and open minds and loving hearts. music floating on the wind and a lulled sleepy sense of contentment.
[break][break]
the monsters lay at bay at the edge past the wall, erected before you were born to keep the town safe. you had never questioned that those walls would stand forever, as sturdy as they were. and the walls did stand, but when someone brought a monster inside the walls all hell broke loose. of course with only one monster to take care of it was easy, but with the fear that others may have been a part of the master plan paranoia ran through the little town, poisoning the lackadaisical life that had been built.
[break][break]
that didn’t stop you. the curfews and the new laws and the announced punishments meant nothing to a child. you snuck out, surfed at night and had bonfires with your friends.
[break][break]
Loving you is danger, but it don't feel wrong
you fell in love.
[break][break]
his name was carulu and he had a smile like a raging fire, consuming and snarky. at first he didn’t see you, not the real you, just saw through you. you’d live with this love blooming in you for a few years until he finally opened his eyes. paranoia in town died down and true freedom was returned to the people, feasts and parties held in celebration. you partied, you danced, you ate, and he was there to hold you and smile.
[break][break]
when it came to coming of age, you both decided to get married. not a shotgun wedding, something carefully crafted and cultivated that you could call your own. you wore a tux, no one questioned a thing, and when you kissed you swore stars exploded behind your eyes. married life was simple and nice, you had no qualms about anything until he started to drink.
[break][break]
It's old news, I should look for better
party life was over for you once you found out you were pregnant.
[break][break]
party life continued on as he pretended responsibility didn’t exist.
[break][break]
he started to fight, you started to fear that this wasn’t what you wanted. when he hit you the first time you knew you had to get out. none of this victim stuff, you wouldn’t have it. there was no need to glorify or excuse his behavior, you refused to have that veil over your eyes. only he made you feel guilty, made you want to go back when he showed up at your parent’s house at three am crying and begging for forgiveness. you almost forgave him, but the threat to your child’s life and your own was too much.
[break][break]
when the house burned down the authorities knew who to arrest.
[break][break]
you lost everything, every small memory you had built there.
[break][break]
Falling back to strangers, leave me hanging on
you decided to move to the mainland, to a place far away where the echoes of a time passed wouldn’t mock you. sundial seemed to be the safest place to raise a child, after searching for a place to call home for so many months. but sundial wasn’t as forgiving a place as home was, finding yourself with ruthless employers and even more ruthless landlords. lesia was born in a smaller hospital than you were comfortable with, but with an emergency c-section you couldn’t be picky.
[break][break]
people looked at you with confusion when they saw you, though you didn’t know why. perhaps it was your way of dress, how gender norms didn’t seem to affect you, but you became self-conscious when the whispers started. you weren’t a slip of a thing anymore either, the baby weight never really went away. whispers led you to an illegal underground shop where a tired woman sold serums to establish new hormones, something to make you more comfortable in one form rather than another. you bound your chest, changed your name, took more jobs, spent most of your money on your daughter. life was a struggle, but when you realized that you had an untapped magical potential in your veins, you decided that joining a coven would put more food on the table for lesia.
[break][break]
jester’s den seemed as good a choice as any.
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