Eyes like earth, still shining, sparkling under the sunlight, with a strand of silver hair across her stare, watching herself in the mirror, reminiscing upon the days when her mane was raven. There were so many days inside of her, so many minutes that made her melt into waterfalls of wanting, typhoons of tears, cyclones…

Flickering flames, softly kissing the dry, dreaming branches that once watched over us. Warm, and waiting for the right moment, my hand hovers over yours, and my eyes are devoured, and devoted to your gentle gaze.

Scarlet stains my delicate dreams, and I drench my hands with all of the promises that I find at the bottom of a cauldron. I find strength at the bottom of a bottle, and my name, at the top of your heart, holding onto hope, and the vision of myself as something treasured and beloved,…

Last night lingers in the pounding head of a Princess who said yes, yes, yes, yes every time she fell against the bar, with a stranger’s arms around her, but the morning has come, as it always promised to do, and more are running towards me. I can’t wait to meet you, and all that…