little bird in the cinnamon tree
[ sanguine ]
11-04-2023, 10:27 PM
Sanguine rested soundlessly under the heaviness of trees. Spring came swiftly and with it, the arrival of various different types of plants. Some red, purple and others far more vibrant. They called to the woman to explore them. But, she just couldn’t find the urgency or desire to stand. Her body still sore from last month’s dominant fight. The mere thought of it caused a sigh to slip free.
She’d tried her best to stir clear of her sister. Over time, the colossal female did nothing but get worse. Was this what love meant? To be malled or punished in a way of scars and suffering? Sang coughed out a growl against the dryness of her throat. Not liking the mere fact of being bullied. She still wished to poison the pale mutant who’d ruined her entire life.
With another sigh, her eyes watched the birds above.
She’d tried her best to stir clear of her sister. Over time, the colossal female did nothing but get worse. Was this what love meant? To be malled or punished in a way of scars and suffering? Sang coughed out a growl against the dryness of her throat. Not liking the mere fact of being bullied. She still wished to poison the pale mutant who’d ruined her entire life.
With another sigh, her eyes watched the birds above.
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