her luminescent eyes burst swiftly, rivers of clustered dust better known as stars stream down her porcelain skin.

inevitable destruction molded with the crispy salts of the sea liquefy into gushing waterfalls.

submerging deeper and deeper into the ocean of her own deceit anchored by her lies. she is doomed for eternity.

the pretty princess cannot swim but she resurfaces — no

the corpse resurfaces, empty of dreams. faith had dissolved at the bottom, love clung to her ragged edges, frayed at the ends around the areas of her body she deemed ugly.

perhaps her self-loathe weighed her down, so the ocean deity spares her out of pity.

poor pretty princess, what a fool.

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