———— 💔┊ CLEAR MORNING SKIES offered a mirror into her soul. looking back at her were long, unruly tendrils, not yet coiled into their daily position, nor dyed their unofficial black and neon pink. pastels protruded into her newfound persona, leaving her to resemble a tired shell of that run - away popstar. she didn't hate this stranger — but their existence was a relic, one to be left buried... 'til time came for it.
thus, she oft kept door under lock, key, and multiple deadbolts to mitigate the possibility of an underling opting to walk in, identify her, and weaponize such knowledge to keep her beneath their heel. like passing clouds, the usual fleeting thought ( who am i, really? ) caught her attention, only to be dismissed away by a half - hearted hand. still, in that moment, her contemplated identity crisis lingered, pondered in solemn silence.
as silent as shattered glass could be.
her head shoots skyward come cacophony. daylight forms a spotlight as it enters her room unfiltered. bounding away as a squid upon realizing those shards could very well snipe her eyes, she scrambles for her dapple dualies, aims down her sights, and bares her fangs, only for trigger finger to falter.
❝ SHIVER!? BITCH, WHAT THE FUCK— ❞
﹙ @cutdeepshiver --- 💖'd ﹚