Many months have gone by as I place myself on my throne
For in this world, I am Queen
The silence that cursed me has now become me.
The seeds that were once sewn have twisted its vines around my spine, tightening its grip to make me mimic what it wants others to see.
This forest is now my home.
It's deep undergrowth swallow my feet, with its mist binding my ankles.
There is no escape.
Acid rain covers my skin where tears once fell, burning scars into my cheeks.
The decaying branches shield all light from my relm, I long for the feel of sunlight or even the angelic touch of the moon. But alas, it never comes.
This is my fate now.