Someone once told me not to cast a spell on them. They told me my eyes made me seem as if I could turn them into an animal.
Someone once told me I was a pit bull. They told me I looked terrifying but was soft inside.
Someone once told me I was not who I said I was. They told me I was an actor on and off the stage.
A force.
A hard outer shell to protect my molten, malleable soul.
A ghost of a girl with no tangible personality.
A constantly adapting creature.
A pretender.
Someone once told me I could not be both heartless and lovely, both mystical and mysterious, both beautiful and frightening.
Someone should have told them I am made of marble and silk. I am full of precious stones and covered in silver light. I pour the ocean from my eyes of the same color. I spill acid from my tongue through lips like a child's.
About the Creator
V. Renae
Aspiring YA author specializing in long-form rambling about zero waste, plant-based diets, minimalism, and other hippie things.
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