Written by Sybellah @but_we_are_cognates
For with an opening breath the cold riptide released unto everyone else bore a fatal sink. Upon pathological multiverses nonetheless the fragmented shards we wish to caress. As Asclepius’s name is reverberated with sought of healing to none’s physical pain, Sophie fades alone aghast the tainted porcelain frame. Alone she sits, still, atop the small heap lost on the wondering sea. Her Delos we know but as it is bordered to slow by the large poisoned walls jeering taunts through the acrid air where the water glistens as parallels twist, but never providing the lonely soul with gifts. The rain she knew all too well always changes it’s awaiting smell because within each ponder reality flakes and so does the love of those that shatter her soul and will it to break. Alone has been the time of sight, and so trust impossible to bind. For the grey fades with relinquishing hopes and stares with utter yearn unto the hues that manifest a heart to gold. Still shaken and slack, she wills her porcelain cracks to hold. Alone she thought her ropes had been stranded, for little had knowledge recited that when loves courses through the hearth of family kin we start listening in again. And so, she does for a roaring quiet time, however, the opposite can happen as though a crime. Love and kindred hope a twisted thing, as her life wilt to lost she thought, she sought again. And for those held high to her perception under failure, she wished would not crack the crimson cracks or obscure their wicked past, not having to if at was to halt peace's name in her path. Different she knew, but with the dreaded different view, a key to hold the truth. Amongst the ricocheting boat the waves still demand defeat, their black souls where all know to flee. She stays against the willing torture only her mind own suffer for her. And still wobbly as goes, for no more a fatal sink but one linked to empathized, strengthening, loving worlds of no woes.
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