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Marble and Silk

We all contain multitudes.

By V. RenaePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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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.

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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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