Oct 6, 2017
Daughter of Eve
Making soap out of dreams can draw
icky, unwanted attention from octupi,
sea serpents and other greedy bastards that
should know better. She's thicc,
daring, swift - but never enough.
3-fold her karma sings, edging her on. Why
zebra print? Fashion. Why Jon Snow? Fear. Ah,
you think, I get her. You don't. No
droll human does, not even her. You
remind me of her hands sometimes.
Another day, another way of living, he
thought. Only she knew he was wrong. Now,
I think, she loved herself like I
only loved the stars. Her tears are red if
nights like these happen too much. So, encore!
