Flower Girl's Cry Prose in Valley of Man | World Anvil
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Flower Girl's Cry

by hughpierre

Chapter 1

   
Rest. The all-encompassing bane of my existence.   corpse faces staring back at me from five directions   My faces.   Dammed in an ugly painted iron pot.   When water pores in; I bloom   disgusting paper-thin hides hung from her waist.   My petals, they were dubbed.
   

Chapter 2

   
Rest is temporary. Always… temporary.   In this incarnation, she resembles any other bare-chested child;   except this skirt of five hides all bore the image of a skinned child   this unavoidable scar made her look like some rejected fruit.   skin five times peeled away and undiscarded,   the giant that did it decided that the inside was unappetizing.   It is. A ghastly sight.   Both to herself and the wishers
   

Chapter 3

   
Rest. At last.   Ambitious was that wisher. And delicious was his offer.   Five Hundred portions meant four years of life.   and all to join a fight.   He carries the pot with him; I can feel the swishy swashy steps.   My price will be no less cheap. Even for those who repeat.   Five Hundred pieces paid for that wish   IMMORTALITY. Ha!   You would not get out of paying your due so easily.   A wished miracle is measured in souls.   To live eternally, requires eternal sacrifice.


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