Phoenix the cowardly II

by Violet

got me wishing my bones weren’t the reminiscence of ashes, but rather resilient as those that sustained my flames once before. so I could bring myself to impress yet another. but oh do I tumble and collapse; pride first, at the thought of you escaping me like the bright light through my feathers you are. can’t you see I’m just a wounded coward, darling?

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