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When the princess is born we give her a crown of teeth pried from the skulls of the forest’s predators so that she will always know that she is something to fear. She gnaws at our ink-dipped fingers while we sing to her lullabies in languages not yet spoken and dab her cheeks with the ashes of burned books; she will never fear the future or knowledge or anything else that she does not yet understand. In her crib we lay thorns thistles until she learns not to feel the sting. We teach her our best tricks. We tell her how to weave shadows and scare away princes. What? Did you think we would make her beautiful?
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
when you invite fairies to a christening
When the princess is born we give her a crown of teeth pried from the skulls of the forest’s predators so that she will always know that she is something to fear. She gnaws at our ink-dipped fingers while we sing to her lullabies in languages not yet spoken and dab her cheeks with the ashes of burned books; she will never fear the future or knowledge or anything else that she does not yet understand. In her crib we lay thorns thistles until she learns not to feel the sting. We teach her our best tricks. We tell her how to weave shadows and scare away princes. What? Did you think we would make her beautiful?
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Cisgender Female
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
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