Heat waves flicker above a car's hood.
Hair as golden as the early sun through wooden slats. Fingers as long and nimble as a ballerina's legs. A cape of parchment, crinkling where it brushes the ground. Leather trousers tucked into a pirate's heels. A delicately sloping nose, flecked with the sun's marks as if with a paintbrush.
A tilted head, the sun glinting upon midnight eyes. Bloodred wings protruding from a graceful spine; bloodred horns protruding from a golden head. Scattered scars, some thick and jagged, others thin and trailing. Gaping jaws drooling upon the dark shadow below.
Another flicker, and the familiar figure is nothing but memory.
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Twisted Dreams
PoetryA collection of short stories, poems, and half-written ramblings. ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 dream \ ˈdrēm \ 1 : a series of thoughts, visions, or feelings that happen during sleep ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 night·m...
