❝ lipstick on his collar, the smell of cherry wine; scratch marks on his back, he tasted divine ❞
she finally gave in to a sorrow so deep, like the currents that carried shards of her soul away. and little by little, she finally began to understand...
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for those who asked, erys is what i write my poetry under. otherwise it's the same ol' hazel
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「 t i m e l i n e 」 first chapter- February sixth, twenty-twenty one last chapter- n/a
「 d e d i c a t i o n 」 For those who are suffering and those, who lessen their pain.
「 e p i g r a p h 」 ❝we repeat what we don't repair❞
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A B O U T
Cherry Wine is not a love story. It is a recipe, for the undoing of Naya Carter.
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S Y N O P S I S
❝ lipstick on his collar, the smell of cherry wine scratch marks on his back, he tasted divine❞
naya could pluck the stars and lay them on the ground for him. he could pluck the life out of her to be his own star.
it was enough, until one day,
it wasn't.
she finally gave in to a sorrow so deep, like the currents that carried shards of her soul away. and little by little, she finally began to understand why the storm beckoned to her. love never left her, it sunk its claws into her neck, blood oozing out, but it drank all her dignity just like cherry wine. she was hurled under the surface, but maybe now, it was finally time to rise again, or not at all.
|a short story told through verses and words about indifference, love, power and the perfect recipe of cherry wine.|
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G E N R E (S)
+general fiction/ random +poetry + short story
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W A R N I N G
the content in this story deals with violence and sexual assault which could be triggering to some readers. this is the only warning mentioned in the book, so please refrain if you find these sensitive topics triggering.
