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[spikyvenomdragon]

Nobody Would Suspect Me

Our bodies intertwined as we danced to the music. 

A room full of people. 

Yet they all seemed to vanish as I looked at him. 

His hand reaching the small of my back as he led me through the dance. 

My dress swishing at my feet as he twirled me around. 

Did he know that I was so in love with him to the point that it hurts? I know deep in my heart that this man will never love me. 

Please, just let me hold onto this moment for a little longer. 

His eyes look beyond me. 

They always look next to me, above me or over me. 

Just never at me. 

To Aurelia

Beautiful and graceful Aurelia

Who was I next to her?

No one. 

He nudges my shoulder, pushing though the crowd

Eager to hold her in his arms. 

My eyes well with tears as the dance came to an end.

Always the one in love 

Never loved.

Honestly fuck it all. 

I wiped a hand across my face .

Smearing the makeup I spent an excruciatingly long time on for him. 

My pain, an amusement for my dearest family. 

Their eyes overflowing with satisfaction. 

I have been underestimated my entire life. Thats a good thing. 

Nobody would suspect me. 

Not when the king dies

Not when the monarchy burns from the inside. 

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A monarchy built on corruption. The root of that corruption? Patriarchy. One woman vs the system. Who will win?

[spikyvenomdragon]

[spikyvenomdragon]

BREATH OF FRESH AIR

Have you ever looked at the walls of your house? Like really looked?

When a person enters any room, they look at everything except the walls.

They look at the furniture, the paintings or pictures on the wall, the wallpaper. 

But never the wall.

That is a good thing. It’s safer that way.

Because once you become aware of it, it becomes aware of you

I had a dream.

In the dream, there were black hands emerging from the wall.

Someone screamed in my ears, “LOOK AWAY”. Before I could, a face with horns emerged from the wall. It looked like someone had drawn the face. Tracing it over and over in black ink, but it was real. It was not a drawing. I knew I was dreaming but I couldn’t move. 

Sleep paralysis, I thought.

A common occurrence for me.

The walls moving wasn’t.

Almost like it was breathing. 

The air in the room became heavy.

The walls began to close in.

A weight threatening to crush me to pieces. 

Clawing at my throat for air.

It never came.

Although I must confess I haven’t been completely honest.

She may have been suffocating.

But the walls of my throat haven’t felt fresh air in a long time.