Monsters are always hungry, darling
𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶 … i too ache to gaze into clear pools . catching glimpses of the pale curves of my likeness but my kind are solitary creatures . it is not of our nature to flock to courts and preen amongst our own kin . yet the fae and i are born of the same myth . behind a veil of woven reality , we occupy the realm of the inexplicable . I SHOULD NOT HAVE COME FOR THE FAIR FOLK ARE A PEOPLE OF ENTRAPMENT AND TRICKERY ! still the curse which has befallen my form is worth the risk of their dishonest bargains . though they are incapable of lies i know better than to place my faith , however small , into the claw-tipped hands of the folk . i trust only in my nature and it is that which dispels falsehoods even when they wear the mask of truth .
he who dons the gilded crown of thorns is revered for his wicked wiles . i do not fear his tongue or its sharpness and even at his mercy his call to debase me is one i refuse to answer . ❛ there is no shame in hunger , faerie king . ❜ i am a winter’s night indiscernible / cool indifference . ❛ but one must always be mindful of what they hunger for monster or otherwise . desire is a dangerous flame to play with . ❜ a warning i myself was unable to heed . a unicorn does not want but now i find i am a woman filled to the brim with longings . i dance in this den of lions for a wish .
POETRY STARTERS : richard siken / ( @swornking )
