My wings fracture as you demand what I cannot give,
Images of my form,
though I've whispered no.
In this strange dance, I despise the shell and cherish the soul within—
Yet you remain blind to its glow.
Your eyes seek only bare skin; they dismiss my silent plea.
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 4:01 PM UTC
My wings fracture as you demand what I cannot give,
Images of my form,
though I've whispered no.
In this strange dance, I despise the shell and cherish the soul within—
Yet you remain blind to its glow.
Your eyes seek only bare skin; they dismiss my silent plea.
